When I was young, I was a dreamer. I was going to sail around the world. I was going to live simply but well. I was going to raise a family. I was going to write novels. They were great dreams and the pursuit of them entertained me.

When I was middle aged, I was a practical man. I worked hard to earn money for my dreams. I bought plans for building a boat. I bought a house to house myself and my family. I bought notebooks to record story ideas.