The simple life is what I seek. I want a small, secluded beach cottage situated on the ocean. Friends and family would be welcome, but I fantasize about living a hermit’s life, and romanticize about being completely off of the grid. I truly want nothing more than a library full of books, paper and pens, coffee, and a writing room in the upper floor that faces the ocean. That’s it. That’s my dream.
I don’t want a fancy mansion. I don’t want flashy cars. I don’t want fame and fortune. I want a quiet, peaceful life with my family. I would die happy knowing that I have endeavored into great literature, written to the best of my ability, and provided my family with a safe, comfortable existence. That’s all I want, and I can already see it coming into fruition.