Bag of memories
I walked into the room where I left my backpack. My eyes involuntarily focused on the bag. The bag contains a significant amount of luggage I had piled up over the past seven and a half years. And somehow my mind quickly came up with the title of this post. It also started thinking about all kinds of perspectives I should be having, and also how I should feel about it. The questions which it evoked would seem rather simple: "Is it good?" "Is it bad?" "Are you happy?" "Are you sad?" "Is it heavy?" "Is it light?" "Do you want to relive those days?" In a nutshell, my mind provoked me to think about "Did it go well?" part. I filled the bag yesterday while sorting out things and documents. I already knew that the bag would be heavy. But my heart did not feel as heavy while carrying it back home. It felt good to be alive and having a chance to go through the experiences. I am glad I had somethin