That “born too late to explore earth” bit hits my heart big time. I’ve always been sad that we can’t do that anymore like we used to be able to. People a thousand years ago could just leave and explore if they wanted, then pitch a tent somewhere beautiful and live there if they chose. If you wanted you could live at the top of a mountain, or inside of a cave covered by a waterfall. Such beauty and freedom. It’s sad that a thousand years later, all of our “progress” has essentially taken away nearly all of our freedom in that regard. You never had to be hungry back then, you could hunt or plant food nearly anywhere you pleased. Never had to be homeless, you could fell some trees and build a cabin somewhere beautiful. Now? Most people are fortunate if they can afford a vacation a few hours away once every year or so, if that. There’s no peace of mind, we all work work work and scramble to fulfill as many of our endless obligations as possible. Then we retire, if fortunate enough and hopefully don’t have to work as hard for a little bit and die. I’ve always had dreams of sailing the sea and exploring, almost like memories in my mind. Maybe it’s a past life, maybe it’s memory passed down through my DNA, maybe it’s fantasy. I don’t know what it is, but I know that it’s what feels right to me. Planting down and living in our homes/work almost our entire lives then dying feels so wrong. I care almost nothing about material wishes or monetary gain, but I’d like to be rich in order to travel and feel free.