I have a gypsy heart. I wish sometimes that I didn’t. Believe you me, it is a difficult thing nowadays to have a gypsy heart. The world is set up in a manner where you are better off, if you don’t have a raving, roaming, travelling gypsy heart. It is better if you have a heart that likes to stay in one place for all of its life, one place forever and ever. Preferably the place where you were born and where you are going to die. The world doesn’t like too much movement right now. Why can’t you just be happy staying in one place, for God’s sake, people admonish me.
I am happy enough to live in one place, they say to me. If I can be happy like that, you can be happy like that as well. They give me examples of hundreds of thousands of millions of souls who are able to stay in place and remain quite happy. They give me examples of hundreds of thousands of people who moved to a different place and had a horrible ending to their life.
I sit down and listen to all of this. I nod my head, and agree, because that is all I can really do.