It is a terrible, hollow feeling, to feel that one has no place in this world, no niche carved out just for you. Bereft of family, close friends, concrete passions that one can rest in, count on, find solace with. The tumble in the wind as sails are lifted sans destination is as horrifying as it is exhilarating, never knowing where you’re going, how you’ll get there, and who will be there to greet you at the door. Because detachment also means that one has no anchor, no place to tie one’s heart and soul to. Instead, one must be content to drift along, in the hopes of peaceful, welcoming shores.