Some people have little. Others have lots. Some people need help carrying their’s. Others don’t. Some of those who need help don’t seek it, or even outright refuse it. Some who could carry their own load it on top of others, and some take on the extra load willingly, no matter whether their backs can support it or not. Some break, others bend, others again grow; whichever outcome is always a surprise.
I have bent and broken under my baggage, but also grown. Some of the baggage was not my own, some of my baggage I have given to others. Some was taken off my back without my asking. But none is ever lost. After all, I’m not writing about material, but emotional baggage