Another Farewell

It happens over and over. You take things/people for granted and then when you have to part with them, you come to your senses.
And it becomes so much harder, when you go away from friends, from a community you've been living with for quite some time.
For me, yet another time to say bye and to get going to see what mother fate has foreseen. I once heard this poem from a famous middle eastern philosopher: "I will admire the determination of a person who in his life is free from whatever [mundane] others might get attached to." ... But is that possible ... is that possible?