Defenseless

I truly admire the will of someone that chooses to wittle their lives down to a few possessions, if any, and take on the challenge of life unarmed. In the last few nights I have had dreams of living in peculiar places with only a backpack of belongings to claim. Papers and pens; things I've written and things yet to come. Lingering in places that capture my interest and leaving as I choose. Life is not a tyrant and living does not require defenses. The only real possessions I need are the things that I've created, things that cannot be found without me. I am my own strength. My weakness is forgetting that.