I remember wanting to move to Canada, live in a log cabin in the deep forest with my wolf, get high on poppy pod tea every day and live in peace away from other humans. I'd still want internet shopping deliveries so I'd have the think of a solution for that.
I'd hope that I'd meet a young, pretty Eskimo woman who was banished from her tribe for some faux pas she was accused of but was innocent, I'd take pity on her and she could be my wife.
Sometimes we'd get drunk on maple syrup wine and send horrific death threats to porn stars. Sometimes we'd be content looking up at the stars. Not enough people stargaze and think about the big questions in life. Do "youths" living in "the hood" look at the stars? No they're too busy smoking a crack to admire the cosmos.

When my wolf and woman dies, I will decide it's my time to say farewell to Urantia (real name of the planet Earth, look it up) and a gunshot will ring out - but nobody will hear it.

My cabin will decay and fade into nothing and the energy that I borrowed from the universe when I was born will finally be returned.

Shantih Shantih Shantih