No country for old men

Ironically enough, I live the life I used to dream for me as a boy. Far enough of my family and with a reasonable choice over when to see my friends, using a tiny villa as studio-apartment, having a job from 8 to 15 which gives me enough money to eat, cloth, go out and even some times indulge myself with little whims. Access to cultural products (especially books and film) and dating from time to time. Having absolutely no care in the world. Having absolutely no plan for the future.