I’ll own a bit of land, where I’ll grow wildflowers and herbs. It will never rain, or be cold. I’ll tend to my garden or practice yoga or sit in the shade and read. I won’t need to work in my suffocating city box, but I’ll still be young and healthy. I’ll keep chickens and ducks. Maybe a horse too. My house will be little and cosy, with a large open fireplace. That would be my heaven.
I hope that if I ever have children, I can teach them and guide them to be good, happy people, who never feel unloved.
I think too many people feel unloved, or misunderstood.
I feel jealous of anyone who doesn’t, to be honest.