I am wildly jealous of my cat. He lives a lavish life of playing with his owners, eating and sleeping whenever he pleases, and cuddling with his baby girl who adores the crap outta him.
Being in love was like China; you knew it was there, and no doubt it was very interesting, and some people went there, but I never would. I'd spend all my life without ever going to China, but it wouldn't matter, because there was all the rest of the world to visit.