- Lasting a brief time
I've always been in awe of those who can live a transitory life - moving from one place to the next like a leaf in the wind. Or rather a leaf with a car, clothing, pots and pans, and a credit card bill.
One can move into town without a care in the world (save for food, shelter, water, and safety). One can set one's things down and every step taken is new - nothing is bound by the past; no expectations of a familiar area to dictate one's path (or to supply support or an open ear). One can take on a different skin and decide to be "Rose" or "Phil" or "Gustav" because no one knows one as anything else (or is interested to know much more than what one offers). And the next day? The next day one can change it all - pull up one's shallow roots and find a new "home." Boundless possibilities for a rootless transient.
I'm in awe of the transitory life; "... in awe..." much like one can be in awe of a the peacocks at a zoo - beautiful from afar, but it's best that the creatures stay where they are.
Give me roots and I'll show you happiness.