I once read that somehow we're all carrying around a suitcase of things we have stored up over the years. The content of it is sometimes not touched for years yet we still carry it around out of obligation or ignorance rather. Like the elephant in the room that we don't address, it will eventually make its presence known.

It's always there and before the suitcase bursts at the seams; you have to make the journey lighter, not all journeys are meant to be tedious, especially not the one we call life. As the year is coming to an end, I realise that this was the year I opened my metaphorical suitcase & took a look in it. I sat with it, understood it & familiarised myself with everything in it.

I was rather alarmed at my collection of things which were deeply rooted in fear and how...