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People who travel around the world, they must have an easy time of letting go.
Letting go of sights and sounds.
Letting go of the people they meet.
Letting go of baggage.
Letting go of the creature comforts of home.
Letting go of material possessions.
Letting go of stability.
Letting go of friends.
Letting go of a family, in some cases.
Letting go of attachment.
Attachment is an interesting concept. I recently met a colleague who had just come back from months' worth of traveling. He spoke of Asia, Africa, and living in remote places where one gets down to the nitty gritty of our work. This was after years of working with the distinguished and the prestigious in coveted settings. Obviously intelligent and knowledgeable, but constantly moving, flowing. And he loves it.
Unable to explain it, I felt a sense of attachment. There is a word in Chinese that is simply untranslatable, yuan, which most accurately describes this...personal connection that exists on a much broader level, if that even makes sense. Even barely knowing this person, just knowing that it is all fleeting left me with a feeling of lost.
Some people are not meant to be pinned down.
Others hold on to those who are meant to be fleeting.
Attachment is what it is.
Sometimes it is better to let go.
