The monk who sold his cold coffee.

What I really want to do is stay inside a very cozy wooden hut with pans and pots and spoons hanging from the ceiling. The weather would always be pleasant, un-affected by global warming and maybe a lake nearby with a single wooden lake-house inside that I can ride to every evening with my Lhasa Apso. I will grow some vegetables and be the most sought after designer in the country, in hiding. Every weekend I will travel with friends and my DSLR which will never get stolen. I'll befriend some important people wh may have found peace and hope and faith and suchlike and ask them to tell me their stories till the sun sets and the Lhasa Apso is asleep. The wooden house will reek only of coffee.

I would, on most accounts follow this dream of mine, except I have to pay off loans once life after college starts and I'm really scared that if I leave out of find peace at some secluded place I wont have the ability to change the world that is currently full of shit and money. I'm pretty sure at the end of my life I'll feel that I could've done a lot more with the other lifestyle. All I have to choose now is which of the two will be a lesser waste of my education.