the rollercoaster ride has ended

again, i'm too stupid to do what the old saying told me to: "some things are better left unsaid." this fucking mouth acts before the brain does.

an interesting topic was brought up last night. when a person moves from places to places, this person loses the feeling of having a home. not only that, but living such a life also requires one to not get too attached to anything, because it is inevitable that one will be leaving everything that surrounds oneself at that moment. bring whatever is within your ability to bring, physically and mentally, and this usually means spending a night segregating the important ones from the non-important ones.

why would anyone want to live such a life? the excitement one gets from the uncertainties? the hope of finding something better? the valuable experiences one can have along the way? possible, but i do not see any reason why this couldn't be had by NOT living such a life. a person can still experience all these without having to be a nomad.

the twists and turns one experiences by living a wanderer's life is precious, and not one you could find anywhere else. they make you stronger and they teach you more about life than anything else, i was told. that might be true, but then this would be a subjective case, because the lessons of life a wanderer gets, might not be applicable to a non-wandering life. when a wanderer decides to settle down and stop wandering around, he/she will realize that living a settled life has its own lessons that can be learned only by living it. each path has its own twists and turns, and which one is more worthy to pick, is a question without answer.

for now, i shall pick a settler's life. i think it suits me more. i'll switch to a wandering life later after i retire.