I know that when I am old and my joints ache, I won't look back and think living in a bungalow was the greatest achievement in my life. Nor buying a car, or branded items, or jewelry. 

I used to think one of the greatest thing in life is a well-executed brunch, enjoyed in a peaceful setting. I think that still stands. Give me avocado and poached eggs on toast, please. With sweet black coffee. 

But I think other things stand amongst brunch; how about long walks, fresh air and blue skies? I get tired quickly and I don't really like being sweaty and smelly - but the smell of earth and grass, the endless expanse of skies, the time alone with my mind (great but equally horrifying) is nothing to sneeze at. 

How about dogs? And alright, cats? 

Maybe I should spend more time on things that really matter.