Excess Baggage.

Life…….. is a journey.

Bear with me here. I know this is one of the most clichéd statements ever.  

We are always changing, if only slightly at a time. Forever in transit, we go from who we once were, to who we will soon be, to how we might be after. Each of these places is distinctly different, presenting new scenery, a different climate or culture. As experienced travellers from an early age, we come prepared.  The experiences collected are our ever-growing baggage. Our emotions and precious memories are the stuff that the side pockets are overflowing with and we keep the people and things dearest to us in our hand luggage, within reach. Everything is meticulously packed, and, as I believe, the luggage completes the traveler. Whether they are scruffy globetrotters with huge rucksacks, minimalist businesspeople with thin briefcases, hassled mothers with nappy-laden baby bags, each will carry space for more additions, for their journey isn’t over yet.

True, we may tend to keep our regrets and grief too, along with all other negativities we’ve acquired on our travels, buried deep at the bottom of the suitcase. It usually results in having to jump on the lid to force the zip closed and almost always means that you have excess baggage. Some of these things; spur of the moment expenses that we now regret, petty sentiments that seemed to mean the world to us at one time; are those that we haven’t the courage to leave out. This excess baggage becomes a burden we are made to pay for and a weight which is a nuisance to lug around. I’m a compulsive hoarder myself, and the anxious tendency to over-pack is one I have little control over.

The companions that join us on our journey often determine how it’ll go. The fellow travellers we begin our journey with or the ones who remain with are the longest are the ones we can share our luggage with, and that we can ask to help with our burdens without hesitation.  Those who join us temporarily, maybe from a single destination to another, may make for good company. Then again, there are the more unpleasant folk, who may force their baggage upon you to avoid paying extra tax, or who shove their hand luggage uncomfortably in your feet.  Then there are the kind strangers, who might push the trolley along for a while, and give us a chance to walk freely, or the friendly hitch-hiker who never fails to put a smile on your face.

Some of the most valuable companions are those who help you unpack, convincing you to discard of those tacky souvenirs you never should’ve kept, because they too, throughout their journey have learnt how hard it is to let go sometimes.  For them, I am most grateful. It’s a relief to be rid of excess baggage.

My journey is far from over, the next destination unknown. Yours too, I guess.

Enjoy the ride.