we all lug around our fair share of emotional baggage. things that happened that we have just not been able to let go of. we may have survived without scars but the repercussions linger, rearing their nasty tentacles in our moments of vulnerability and insecurity. we drag this baggage around, thinking that by not letting go, we are reminding ourself of some kind of lesson we learnt from this experience. to be less open. to be more careful. to be wary. in fact, what we are actually denying ourselves the freedom to move on, to be someone completely new. someone better. someone who will not make the same mistakes again. someone who can live with trusting again. in essence by dragging around the sealed boxes of failed relationships, friend hurts and bad career moves, we hinder our unfettered movement forward. our pace slows under the burden and the inability to treat the past as something gone weighs on us. so today, i cast my emotional baggage aside (or i try to atleast), because the happy place where i want to be is right there on the horizon and by dragging all the unnecessary crap with me, i am unable to go jumping hopping, skipping to the better time that is beckoning from over the hills.