Financially, I'm fine. But it's good to work. I'm not capable of doing nothing.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I'm in the lucky position financially where I don't have to do things I don't want to do.
I genuinely have to work - I don't have enough money not to. But the last thing I would want is to be looked after.
I make money, and I don't need money.
Making money is marvelous, and I love doing it, and I do it reasonably well, but it doesn't have the gripping vitality that you have when you deal with the happiness of human life and with human deprivation.
It's OK, I guess, if you really need the money, but luckily, I'm not in that position.
I'm OK: I don't need money.
I just feel I shouldn't work too much, because there are so many other things to do.
One thing I have clear is that I don't want to work for money anymore.
But I have a good life. I enjoy what I do. I am married to work.
I love what I do, and I'm not doing anything either for money or for the sake of some unfulfilled ambition.