We all have baggage the stuff we always carry with us, but what are the essentials? the things we simply can't live without? And what are the things we'd be better off leaving behind, it's hard to know what's in our baggage until we take a closer look.
Fresh starts. Thanks to the calendar, they happen every year. Just set your watch to January. Our reward for surviving the holiday season is a new year bringing on the great tradition of new year's resolutions. Put your past behind you and start over. It's hard to resist the chance of a new beginning, a chance to put the problems of last year to bed.
You know how when you were a little kid and you believed in fairy tales, that fantasy of what your life would be, white dress, prince charming who would carry you away to a castle on a hill. You would lie in bed at night and close your eyes and you had complete and utter faith. Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, Prince Charming, they were so close you could taste them, but eventually you grow up, one day you open your eyes and the fairy tale disappears. Most people turn to the things and people they can trust. But the thing is its hard to let go of that fairy tale entirely cause almost everyone has that smallest bit of hope, of faith, that one day they will open their eyes and it will come true.
You turned out to be exactly who I thought you were! I never pretended to be somebody else. It’s been me all along. And it was me who was hurt in front of everybody. Look, I didn’t come here to yell at you, okay? I came to tell you, I know what it feels like to be afraid to show who you are. I was. But I’m not anymore. And the thing is, I don’t care what people think about me… because I believe in myself. And I know that things are gonna be okay. But even though I have no family, and no job, and no money for college, it’s you that I feel sorry for. I know that the guy who sent those e-mails is somewhere down inside of you, but I can’t wait for him. Because waiting for you is like waiting for rain in this drought: useless and disappointing