Out there
A rolling stone gathers no moss.
That has fascinated me recently.
Because we humans are all about finding our roots, finding that place where we feel we belong. But what if we belong nowhere, and everywhere?
What if moss is not good and it just ties us down, keeping us from our potentials, from finding out what’s out there?
Some of my friends are upping and going. Just going. Taking that trip to South America to stay for 6 months. With children. Finding a job to sustain them, just enough to sustain them. See the city, the countryside, know the culture, try to understand it and appreciate it and then move on to another darn beautiful place.