Backpack

I am thinking, if life is a journey, then it must be a trip of anyone are trying to go from point A to point B. One can choose to go through jungle to have a jungle walk and going through the scenary of trees with animals, while another one chooses to climb over the mountain will see things like snow, birds, mist, and maybe a sunrise. Some others may just want a normal walk, following pathways that already built. Along the way, we may see other, by passing them or walk together until to a place where eash other are heading towards different direction...

It seems everyone will bring along something with him/her, just like a jungle walker, or a mountain climber will bring along a backpack with important stuff inside... But i am just thinking, if we really sit down and open up this backpack of ourselves, what will we see inside?

Some actually bring along a sad and torturing memory inside his/her backpack, some put in his/her own broken heart, some place in the burdens of life... When all these are filling up the backpack, no wonder along the way, so many are so tired and cannot continue on the journey, because the backpack s/he is carrying is so heavy, didn't realize that many of those are actually not the necessities of the journey... Why bring along a heavy flipper with you when you are climbing up a mountain and don't need a flipper?

I don't know... very often the flipper looks like a mountain stick to me... and thought that i will need it on my journey up the mountain, yes, to the person who is carrying it himself/herself, it is not known...

My shoulder is heavy, life is burden, I fall but no one pick me up, i screamed but no one hear me, I call but no one answer me, I was wounded but no one cares...