“Ich hab’ noch einen Koffer in Berlin”
Baggage. We LOVE to carry them. It defines us and it is what defines our existences. They are not only the physical stuffs but all also our experience and past memories; the good, the bad, regrets, success, failure, so and so..
Actually, what brought me to write about this was a combination of two things: A song and a status.
First, the status.
My brother and me were tiding up our family storage room a few weeks ago. We went through stacks of books, reams of papers, countless pieces of memorabilia belongs to me, him, dad, granddad, us. We sorted them, kept some, threw away most of them, cleaned the rest, then packed them back into boxes (why?). It was a frustrated activity, I felt I was wasting my life. It was, though a delight to see some of the pieces that reminded me of the old past.
Few days later my brother Facebook status read something like this:
“Important things in the past that have been boxed, waiting to be thrown away once found again. Perhaps it is like relationship – growing apart waiting for (a decision to) separate. Humanly strange. If we know (all along) the destination – why do we need time. Instead – the most important thing is to use the time (today) together, rather than prioritise our distance past, isn’t it? – This is something I realised after 5 days of house cleaning”
During one of the five cleaning day, he asked me: “Why do we keep these things?” He asked. “Just for it to be thrown away?” “Donno..” I answered and continued going through the stuffs. “Perhaps it wasn’t the ‘right’ time to throw it away, although we know it got to go eventually. Perhaps we all need something to go back to. Something unfinished. Imperfection has element of romance in it.” He went quiet and we continued to go though the stuffs.
And here’s the song.
Eventually, we finished the task. The room is nice and tidied. Everything neatly and nicely organised into boxes. Waiting to be reopened and tidied up again.