I sit, legs folded on the floor
After throwing the bags off of my shoulder
I exhaled deeply as my eyes analyze what was in front of me
What to throw away?
What to keep?
As I sift through what seemed to contain everything that has made me, me
Every experience and every emotion
Looked back at me as if to say,
"It's your call now"
And after much deliberation I decided not to throw a single thing
But instead change the way I carried them
I seperated my experiences into different bags
Putting regret, heartbreak and betrayal in one and calling it life lessons
Happy moments were placed in treasured memories
Hardship was placed under resilience and strength
Now, whenever I'm in need of these things
I pick the bag I need the most