What does it mean? I don’t know.
Knowing what it means is the tricky bit, isn’t it? Its easy to rattle off a list of things. Stuff. Having it all via a shopping spree.
Material things are the first thoughts that come to mind. The instant gratification of just having something that you want. Like a kid, pressed up against the window of my dreams, picking my most favourite things, to just have, and that would be all.
But second thoughts, considering it for a little while, it’s not about stuff.
It’s about having freedom, having all the possibilities, the opportunities and the ability to choose freely.
I would choose to create things. Create art. Make stuff. Weird things, fun things, odd things. Unique things, that can only come from having the luxury of choice.
Is it attainable?
That’s a cow of a different colour. I don’t think so. No.