We all have roots.
We were all born somewhere, at some time, as someone.
No matter how hard you try to erase your past, your roots will still grow.
People get emotionally attached to things. There's no stopping it. It doesn't matter if you banish your feelings to a cold, hard rock in the middle of the ocean, they will come back.
They will give you reasons to stay.
Some people's roots may be just penetrating the ground; while others may shoot deep inside the Earth.
Even though we move around constantly, our roots remain in the same place; intertwining with other people's roots, sharing the memories, until eventually they are woven into one.
Everyone has roots. Everyone was born at some time, in some place, as someone.