The most dangerous attachment isn’t to money or status or a relationship.

It isn’t to a house or a car or a dream or a memory or the feeling of love you got the first time you kissed that someone.

It isn’t to a parent or child or a dog you had when you were 12.

No.

The most dangerous attachment is to any idea of who you are in the future or in the past or anywhere in between.

The most dangerous attachment is to yourself — whoever that may be in your blinking, breathing, snoring, dreaming head.