Pack Light.

Written from a bus somewhere in Sicily, Italy.

The enjoyment of travel is inversely proportionate to the amount of baggage you carry with you.
The same is largely true for life.

In proportion as he simplifies his life, the laws of the universe will appear less complex, and solitude will not be solitude, nor poverty poverty, nor weakness weakness.
— Henry David Thoreau

When our emotional currency is spent worrying about what others think, despite our inability to do anything about it, we're piling on the baggage.

When our money is spent accumulating material possessions, despite their inability to provide lasting pleasure, we're piling on the baggage.

When we go to work simply because it pays well, despite its inability to fulfill us, we're piling on the baggage.

When we hand out our time to all who demand it, despite its finite supply, we're piling on the baggage.

When we take on debt just because it's "the way you're supposed to do it", despite Scripture's warnings that "the borrower is slave to the lender", we're piling on the baggage.

When we fill our minds with unwholesome media in an effort to fit in, despite its destructive qualities, we're piling on the baggage.

When we put off our responsibilities despite their looming deadlines, we're piling on the baggage.

When we are slow to trust others, despite their willingness to help, we're piling on the baggage.

When we wrestle with truth due to our own pride, despite its existence, we're piling on the baggage.

 

Don't let the weight of baggage ruin such a fabulous adventure. Pack light.