How many new lives can a person have? What happens if one uses them all?

The 20 minutes drive to work is great for pondering heavy questions like these. One can admire the mountains, the mist and the animals in the mean time... it's almost therapeutic. But then questions like these emerge and the mist crawls in front of my eyes. Precipitation occurs.

There are many things that denote the start of a new life. Take Earl Grey Tea for example. I didn't get a taste for it until I came to this continent, then it became part of me, like a little piece of home. A new home. It feels like it was a life time ago actually, but here I am at work now sipping on a cup of it and dealing with the myriad of images it recalls in me. They say that one of the most stressful things in a person's life is moving houses. Or just moving. Moving. But I don't like to do things in a mediocre way. Hmm, that's a lie, whether I like it or not, I don't get to do things in a mediocre way. When I move, it is always the side effect of a life changing event or the move itself is life changing. I had 12 of it I think, this one is lucky 13th. And friendliest friends, it doesn't get easier...

Some of us belong right off the bat, without trying... without even realising it. But most of us are just left to long. I don't have the arrogance to decide which one is better, which one is the right way.

In all honesty though, I always felt attracted to the Amish way of life.