I'm a 23 year old twixter in a serious, long distance relationship with a 25 year old twixter. Life is ambiguous as neither of us have concrete goals. & it's made more difficult given the fact that we're both unemployed college grads. Although our plans for the future aren't totally set in stone, we do have ideas on the kind of lives we want to live.
I live about an hour from NYC, & my #1 "starting" goal is to have an income that will allow me to move closer to the city & explore the music/art/history/people... & do some traveling on occasion, of course. I believe this is a reasonable goal & I would be very happy living like this. I want to work to live.
My boyfriend, on the other hand, has a #1 goal of being a rockstar. He wants to live to work. He figures he wants to see the world, & what better way to do it than through something he loves: his rock band. I urged him to figure out a secondary plan b in the meantime, which he's now determined is television. [Not necessarily being on TV, more like working for a news station.] But this more reasonable goal isn't not his priority, the rockstar thing is. The momentum he has in his career search reflects this. [Although if you ask me, TV won't necessarily be around in 40 years given the direction technology is moving, but who knows!]

I feel like our dreams clash. I want stability & culture. He wants to live a harder life so he can pursue music & fame. I feel like his rockstar dream is ill-fated and irresponsible. On the other hand, he likes my dream, but he would never be as passionate about it to the point that he'd want to live a similar life by himself. It makes me wonder if we're as much of a marriage-potential match as he thinks we are.

Do you guys believe we can have a fulfilling relationship when we don't want the same things in life & our values clearly lie in different places?

My understanding of it is that one of the most important things two people in a relationship can share are wanting the same things in life. What do you guys think?

It's further complicated by the fact that I gave him a high risk strain of HPV. Accidentally, of course. [No symptoms, not one. Paps came back clean for months. Even the most recent coloscopy was picture perfect.] But it makes me feel like I might as well give our relationship a shot since I really have no business dating around, & I have up to two years of waiting for it to go away on its own. That's kind of a terrible reason, but........Uhg.