The optimist might argue that baggage can be good, an effective learning tool, things that one must go through, must experience in order to travel the social continents. In fact, you might say that your baggage was then expandable. What once was a small carry on, soon outgrows its case and requires a tote, then a zip up caddy, then the unzipping of the expandable pocket. All in the hopes that one day, if you land in the right spot, in the right company, the bag can be opened, released and you might be even find yourself almost baggage-free... that your former weights had been let go and you could live off the land in harmony or something.
The pessimist might say that baggage held on to for too long, even compressed into vacuum sealed bags, eventually leaks and explodes. This kind of baggage can be dangerous. It can weigh you down and hold you hostage, so much so that you are unable to fly and trot the world of resonant experiences, all because you are weighed down by your own shit.
(The realist) Either way, we all have baggage. I think with the right travel companion I may be able to shed some of this shit and live fully, but until then, it's going to continue to explode in my face.
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I once called myself a bag whore since I have so man bags. Sooo I guess that means I have a lot of luggage, you wanna come on a journey with me?
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