I can't give up my own identity.
Things are done according to money these days.
The loss of magic is the denial of unlimited possibility.
I'd like to go to another planet, which I might live long enough to accomplish. Just get on a spaceship and go. But not the moon. I don't see any flowers there. The moon is too close. I want to go further.
I don't do like diva trips and stuff.
I'm very involved with learning to be self-sufficient.