When it comes to traveling,

the first things that pop in mind for most people are the scenery,

the culinary delights,

the companions,

or the encounters, so on and so forth.

Perhaps the only moments we would notice the luggage we took with us

are at the commencement of the journey and on our way home.

But what if there’s this one trip in life

that our recollection of it is solely the “baggage” which accompanied our heart?

What kind of trunks and bags are kept within your heart?

And what exactly is within them?

Or to put it in another way,

what is the most deserving to take with us through and through?