There are certainly times when putting that luggage in the lost, but not found, pile is is the best choice. Why then why is it extremely difficult for us to see that while everyone else wants to know why we are so blind. Again, I would have to say it is more likely that we are scared of the challenges of the unknown than the miserable, tolerable or just stagnant familiarity of where we are, or where we have been for way too long.
Maybe, and this is just an assumption, we also fear that any dramatic changes to our lives are going to require explanations that we are just not willing to give. Sure, there may be the story we tell everyone and it makes sense, but is it really all there is? Honesty is always the best policy in life, but all of us are guilty of omission, it is just easier sometimes to not explain the whole story Sometimes that story deserves to be lost, even lost from our own memory, we just need to be able to truly find a way to let it go.
The argument is that we all grow from our mistakes, our pasts and our luggage. Maybe and maybe not. How many of us are guilty of saying "there is no way in hell I will ever get caught up in a mess like that again" to find ourselves wondering how the hell we are in the same place only the scenery is different.?
What is funny also is that we pick and chose the people with whom are lives are transparent with. Unfortunately, sometimes we have to learn by trial and error, getting burned learning who we can trust and who we cannot. Those are the hardest lessons in life. Once trust is broken it will likely take a miracle for it to be restored. While miracles happen everyday in this world, there are some that were never meant to. Owning up to that truth can be the hardest lesson every person ever learns.
Life is all about chances I guess. If you don't take them you don't know where you will end up. If you do take them you still don't know where you will end up. But what isn't left to chance is the whom you continue to let be part of your life, those whom you will let go even when it breaks your heart, and then those who you find that the day you never thought you could get through you were unhurt faster and than with less pain than you thought was possible.They say
"There is no such word as Loved.
Love has no past tense.
If you ever stop loving someone
Then you never truly loved them in the first place."
So does love then become the baggage we carry? I don't believe so, love is knowing it was a part of your life and you are grateful for what it gave you in the time you had it. Love is knowing there is something better waiting even though it wasn't necessarily what you planned. Love is knowing that should life stay stagnant we no longer grow, our dreams and our ability to become better tomorrow than we are today fades, it allows us to find ourselves in a rut we don't know how to get out of, allowing the destructive cycle of "baggage" continue.
Love them while you have them, cherish their memory always, but allow that sometimes luggage needs to get left in the terminal, let someone else find it and put it to use. Maybe that connection is more meant to be.
GEM's Girl
