What is more important? Neither.
If I could choose… I would live in a cabin… in the forest… with a porch overlooking the mountains and porch overlooking the beach on an ocean or really really big lake (like Superior, or Huron or Erie) but all in all… it really doesn't matter where you live or what you do… it matters how you live.
I could get all philosophical… and say that you should live this way or you should live that way… but why? You know how you should live. You aren't an idiot.
What matters most to me?
Making sure that I'm "there" for my family, i know that we would starve and live in a box under a bridge if I didn't have a job, so I can't be physically there all the time, but I'm there when it really matters and I'm there when I can be even when I don't figure it matters.
It matters that I've started to really center myself and take care of myself.
It matters that my kids know that there are no girl toys there are no boy toys there are just toys and no matter what it is they want to play with (within legal reason… ) they can and it is okay to do that.
I don't care how they dress (okay, okay… in public I care THAT they dress… but again, within reason I don't care what they wear) or how they choose to adorn themselves. They are good kids and that is what matters.
The world may say I'm wrong.
Many people probably do.
I know that lots and lots of people believe that it INCREDIBLY matters what you do for a living… but I can't care that much about making other people happy anymore.
I know that it matters where I live, but because it would be wonderful to be near to more people who matter… but in that case, again… it is less where, and more how…
I guess I didn't quite grasp the spirit of the question…
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