Leaving the luggage.

Everybody's got baggage, whether it resembles that huge suitcase belonging to a family of four on a cramped train ride or a tiny piece of hand luggage on an intercontinental flight.  Either way, we're all going somewhere and inevitably the pieces of our past come with us.  It's a blessing and curse.  You would truly be an idiot if your mistakes didn't alter your actions in some small way.  But you would also be a fool to build up the bitterness until the frown lines on your face become permanent.

I'm ashamed to say I'd forgotten the difference between bitterness and wisdom.  Sometimes there is a fine line.  I was trying to turn my life and people experiences into lessons.  I wanted to become a different person, a new person with a harder exterior to protect the bruises.  So the new people I met were lucky enough to meet the new superficial version.  But soon I began to realise that the actions of the people of my past wasn't the fault of the present people.  I wasn't giving them a fair chance.  But most importantly I realised that the past shouldn't define you.  It doesn't deserve that power.  Of course, it should hold some importance but not riddle your entire existence.  Because you'll miss the best that the present has to offer.

They say live every day to the maximum but that's difficult when waking up to shoulda woulda coulda.  I'm really not helping myself.  And as much as I would like to believe everything happens for a reason, I'm struggling.  So I'm trying to find the wisdom and bury the bitterness.  Because life is too short.  And when some people aren't fortunate enough to get tomorrow, we really should be more grateful for today.