I'm a solo full-time traveler on the road for 5+ years with a 5 kg bag. I have no home, no base, and no bills. I slowly wander the world, have mostly one-way conversations with animals, and try to find interesting things to do between meals.
"You know all those things you've always wanted to do? You should go do them."
"If I'm an advocate for anything, it's to move. As far as you can, as much as you can. Across the ocean, or simply across the river. The extent to which you can walk in someone else's shoes or at least eat their food, it's a plus for everybody. Open your mind, get up off the couch, move."
"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?"
"Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "Wow! What a Ride!"
"Because in the end, you won't remember the time you spent working in the office or mowing your lawn. Climb that goddamn mountain."
"I have no reason to go, except that I have never been, and knowledge is better than ignorance. What better reason could there be for traveling?"