When I think about the future

This thought has been visiting me quite frequently these days. I want to prepare myself for the future. But the irony of it all, my path at present does not lead to the future I want.

The sad part is that, I am not doing anything about it.

Call me a hopeless romantic, but I want a life-centered life in the future, no money, or any fame involved.

I want to live in a small hut, by the Emerald Lake in Canada.

I want to learn fishing, and then serve it for dinner everyday.

I want my wife with me, no kids.

I don't want kids.

It's just not right to bring any more people in a cruel world like this.

I'd take dogs, two. One big breed, and the other one small.

We'd treat them like kids, spoil them, and play with them everyday.

I want to grow a garden, and plant vegetables we'd eat everyday.

I want to serve my wife for the rest of my life.

I will write books in the afternoons, and take daily photographs of us.

I want the internet too, for some reason, so I'd update the world of our existence.

I want a boat, and we'll use it for our afternoon stories.

I want to die there too. I want us to die together, so no one will have to be sad alone.

I don't want other people to know about our deaths, but live by our existence through our books and photographs.

I want to plant a tree by the time we move in, hopeful that before we die, it has grown into a big tree, big enough to etch a heart with our names above and under it.

I want to dedicate my life to things that really matter in life.

It's not money, it's not power over other people.

Life was never about these things, it's all about social relationships.

Daily sunrise, daily sunsets. Books. Dogs. The person you love. Prayers. Nature. That, my friends, is Life for me.