We all come with baggage. Some of us just have a quick carry-on parcel that contains just a few items. Some of us have a full set of luggage. And some of us carry trunks and suitcases that are dinged and banged from years of abuse.
If past relationships have taught me anything, it is that the value is learned only once the “parcel” has been discarded.
However, I don’t reuse baggage and therefore I toss the past into the trunks of my life.
And yet sometimes a parcel is retrieved from the lost luggage bin and finds it way to my door, or my inbox, rather.
And so here I sit, staring at the past that wants to be my present providing me with information about my present in hopes of making it my past.
Sometimes life makes you shed far too many tears.
