If I achieved financial freedom, I'd want to spend my days with a backpack on my back, sitting in university lectures, listening to those white-haired old professors talk about philosophy and art. I'd sit in the last row of the classroom, with wind drifting through the windows, while the teacher speaks slowly on the podium. I'd quietly take notes—not for exams, not for diplomas, just for those moments of "so that's how it is." After class, I'd grab a hot meal and mull over the interesting stories I learned today.