SUITCASE

A journey of self-discovery where the most valuable souvenirs are the lessons we learn and the burdens we release.

Boarded a 747 from Gate 9.

I took:

They were all neatly packed to one side.

It reads:

Cosmic Harmony

On the sticker inside.

Life is a series of patterns.

Numbers grow with age.

Time slides through our hourglass with a sense of rhyme. Seasons are rhythmic—3, 6, 9, 12 is just divine.

The shape of infinity never dies.

This time around, I left space in my suitcase on one side.

I promised myself that when I return, I would come back with my pride—

to learn to be courageous, proud, and bold; to stand in my power and learn from the load.

I want to travel lighter.

Let things go.

“Lighten up” is a lifelong destination—

a tainted path of residue filtration.

The plane disembarked.

Within the hourglass of time, I re-examined what I had packed.

I learned what fit best and what not to bring back.

I left space in my suitcase on one side—for souvenirs I promised myself I would pick up to take back:

Having the courage and confidence in knowing what not to re-pack.

It’s time to go back.

Boarded a 747

from a gate unnumbered.

I left my suitcase, yet I wondered.

The greatest transformation is not what we pack—it's what we uncover.

That’s worth taking back.

By Lisa Eva Gold