We all carry baggage, whether from the past or present.
Some of the baggage we carry is evident in our circumstances,
broken home, fatherless sons, fatherless daughters, motherless children
physical handicap, mental handicap, broken hearts. At some point
in our lives we become more acutely aware that the older we get, the more
we put in our suitcase of “stuff”, “issues”, we tend to add, rather than unpack our
“stuff”, adding stuff on top of more stuff. Sooner or later the new stuff pushes
the old stuff further and further in the suitcase and we don’t see it anymore
We forget it is there, but oh yes it is there alright; now wrinkled, smelly, faded, molded
and starting to stink and affect even the new “stuff”. You don’t see all, all you see
is the effect. You have anger issues, and you don’t know where that came from,
you think you are just angry about the immediate situation. You have trust issues,
and for the life of you, you can’t tell the genesis. You are extremely, painfully shy,
not a clue how that started, you think you were born that way. Over confident, loud
and pompous, where did that come from? No clue.
You continue to go through life as though these things don’t matter. As long as you
can zip up your suitcase, no one can see what you are packing, what you are travelling
with. Like at the revolving Baggage Claims at the airport, we all pick up our suitcases of
“stuff” and “issues” in fancy bags, carry-on, some light, some stuffed to the limit,
and we make our way out into the world, no one being the wiser what we are carrying.
Then one day, after years of not unpacking and airing, but of continuously piling on
new stuff, the zip breaks, spilling all the contents of our suitcase when we’re not
ready. At that point you frantically try to stuff it all in, but not everything can enter.
What do you do then? Abandon your stuff and suitcase and run? stuff it all
back neatly and zip it? or use the opportunity to examine your life, though
an unexpected opportunity? The choice is up to you……