words of wisdom?

"don't have anything in your life that you
can't walk away from in 30 seconds."

i've heard ADL say this a few times before and the last time he said it, i immediately wanted to disagree with him - but i spent a bit of time letting the words settle... and now i'm not sure as to how i feel. i may be thinking way too much about this, but bear with me. normally when i write what's on my mind - even if i don't know how i want to say things, i at least know what i want to say... however, this time around - i don't know shit about shit so i'm just gonna wing it and hopefully by the end of it all, i'll have it figured out.

let's just state the obvious and get those out of the way: it's a cynical way of thinking, stock-piled with pessimism, the safe route, the path of least resistance. but i can also see how this would be a smart way of thinking. or at least a smarter way of thinking. like i said, safe. okay side note: i keep hearing matthew wilder in my head singing, "ain't nothing gonna break my stride... nobody gonna slow me down, oh no - i've got to keep on moving..." [/side note]

i have a tendency to grow pretty damn attached to people/places/inanimate objects and yet i have the ability to pack up and relocate at a moment's notice. i guess i like the idea that regardless of all that i may be leaving behind, there's so much more ahead... and having a new place working in sync with new time... stirs up the notion of having a clean slate. but that's just it... there is no such thing. every time i've "started over"... there's always been a feeling of history coming back to haunt me. or maybe more like taunt me. no? whether it's by repeating itself in some metaphorical way (déjà vu) or random bouts of sleepless nights that cause weird thoughts to go racing thru your head and you somehow wind up thinking about what (if anything) you would change if you could just... start over. and before you know it, you wake up in a new apartment in a city 800 miles away from "home". or maybe that's just me.

i don't think anyone can live a meaningful life without growing attached to people, places and/or things. and when something like that happens, i'd always like to hope that someday... somewhere down the line... you're going to find something, someplace, someone... to make you want to stay. but again, maybe that's just me.

"it's been said that we need
just three things in life:

something to do,
something to look forward to
and someone to love."