“how much bags do you have to go on this trip?”
i have about 3 big ones.
a pulley suitcase.
a standard one.
and a backpack.
they are heavy as shit.
no wonder i have so much pack pain.
when i try to walk, it slows me down.
don’t even think about running.
they always make me late for my bus.
the one i need to take to get to the other side.
the one that i keep missing….
it bugs me, ya know?
i always think,
“well, ok, let me just go back and re-pack them again”.
but every time i get to that bus station,
i am always stopped and told i have too much.
maybe i need to take out “scared“.
that is a major one that is taking up a ton of space.
i also need to take out, “hurt“.
that is what i keep pulling as it holds me back.
i should also remove, “doubt” and “fear“.
i don’t know where they came from exactly,
but they looked good to hide in between my shit.
in the biggest one,
it is holding everything that hurt me in all my years of life.
from failed relationships,
the hurt of loss,
and the sadness of falling for straight wolves.
sometimes i feel like a freak.
i look around and everyone around me is gliding through life.
they find clever ways to hide their baggage.
that is, until you get to know them and they dump all their shit on you.
or worst, you meet that great person and they drop their bags and run.
i’m not trying to be that person.
i refuse to drop my weight on someone else.
it is hard enough with my own bags.
this time, i’ll scratch this trip.
i’m not ready.
i can’t bring all of this stuff where i am trying to go.
i need to seriously learn to pack light.
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