I would quite like to live in a hotel. To have the freedom to come and go as you please and the constant changeability of your neighbours. Having the ability to 'check out' at any time when it all gets too monotonous. The beds are always made and the bathrooms are always clean. There is a pleasant impersonal feel. You are the guest. Use the facilities and then leave. Be ready to hand over the keys to the next person. Because life resembles a hotel. People come and go. And material things are just that...things. When it's time to go, you don't take any items with you. You leave with what you came with.
I'm currently opposed to living in a house. Because there is something quite permanent about being tied to a bedroom on a street. It gives a sense that we have to belong somewhere. And in my opinion, it's better not to belong. We should float from one location to the next, absorbing the different noises and smells. Living and learning. We were not born to stick to one place or one group of people. We were meant to be free. To have the option of dipping our toes into any ocean we please. And when we find somewhere we might prefer, feeling free to go for a swim. Treading water is not something we should become accustomed to. Always keep moving. Keep learning. Continue to try new things.
Absorb your surroundings like a sponge. Travel. Try. Taste. See things for yourself. Make your own judgements. And if you have only one rule, let it be to never follow the crowd. Do what you want and say how you feel. Because you have something different to bring to the world. And compromising this would be a tragedy. After all, no sheep ever changed the world. So don't be the sheep, be the shepherd. And treat belongings like the furniture in a hotel. Useful but of little real value.
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