Putting Down My Suitcase

For so long I was mistaken. I tried to carry the load by myself. Now, the suitcase has strained my shoulder and fallen; cracking open- spilling its contents across the road. As I bend to gather-up my possessions, I stumble falling to the ground. Here I sit- tired and bruised.

As I take inventory of any injury, seeing the suitcase, cracked and broken, I wonder how I carried its contents for so long and for what purpose? Surely, I must have realized this day would come; it was inevitable . . .

Always I thought my responsibility was to carry as much as I could . . . being the strong one. Now, circumstances have changed: the old traveler and suitcase are weathered; worn out and tired from many seasons in the wind and rain.

At this moment, there is no one here. No one has seen me fall or rushed to assist; offering to gather my things up or carry the bag, a little further.

Taking personal responsibility was an excuse not to rely on my Friend, a little more. After all, he was the one who purchased the ticket and arranged the adventure in this distant land. Now I must turn inward and wait for my Friend; this time to carry me and my luggage to the next place.

I wonder are these possessions and souvenirs of past experience really that important? They have become so heavy. Surely, if I put my suitcase down and walk away . . . I can travel faster and lighter. Yet, this bag is full of all those things I consider important, and I cannot just walk away.

So I sit and wait for my Friend to return, and help me along my journey. Or I put my suitcase down and walk away- a free traveler.

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Also by Dr. Bitkoff, A Commuter’s Guide to Enlightenment, (Llewellyn, 2008) and Journey of Light: Trilogy, (Authorhouse, 2004); these books are available on Amazon.com or from publisher. To contact author go to www.drbitkoff@yahoo.com.