Pick one to live by

Money.

You buy food, you're own house and if someone makes me mad I'll just go cry in my Bugatti.

And living forever seems boring.

Money.

Infinite Life. Everything else will come after.

money

Either money or life.

Money.

Money

Love, you see, is the one force that cannot be explained, that cannot be broken down to a chemical process. It is the beacon that guides us back home when no one is there, and the light that illuminates our loss. Its absence robs us all pleasure of our capacity for joy. It makes our nights darker and days gloomier. But when we find love no matter how wrong, how sad, or how terrible we cling to it, it gives us our strength, it holds us upright. It feeds on us and we feed on it. Love is our grace. Love is our downfall.

Having all the money in the world would immediately make it all worthless . . .

I can see infinite love ending up horribly . . .

I don't really need infinite food . . .

And being alive after the universe ends would suck . . .

So, none.

Life or Love.

Either Love or Money. Immortality would suck if you're broke and universally hated.

Love

Life. You could amass a fortune just by living for so long.

Oxytocin, serotonin, and maybe a bit of dopamine as well.

Guilty for the feeling of happiness and pleasure, so to speak, not for love exactly.

Infinite life. You can experience so much. Live multiple lives.