From the inside out, what is life about?

You and I sit at a computer, stare at our cellphone or look at the same tablet screen.
The same webpage
The same font

A different voice reads this though.
Mine.

What is my world like?

My world is a world of trees, surrounded by untold wildlife and stories with history to make you age with every word. A childhood where my friends would accept me as another but scorn my value as I age. Where life decisions are chosen with no worry for the depth of tomorrow by my parents of today.

Finding that someone and hold them close as you age to realize my school years inch past, and soon are years behind me.
Jobs that come and go with time but the skills that last and push past the crop, rising to the top, the creme. The struggle of loss as emotions create and destroy, the joys of gain under weightless strain.

Simply because they are my pains and from birth I knew not of success but of something now worth value.
Freedom.
Options to run and play in the beaches, or sprawl out onto endless fields.
War has never touched these lands in centuries, yet let embers of pain linger.
To run from this would be foolish but to stay is madness to the untraveled.

You and I sit at a computer, stare at our cellphone or look at the same tablet screen.
The same webpage
The same font

A different voice reads this though
Yours.

What is your world like?