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Stephens P3
English III AP/Dual
August 26, 2010
The things I carry, subconsciously are the things that make me who I am. Some tangible,
some intangible, both wearing me down while others lift me up. The addition and subtraction of
their weights, some days weighing heavier than a brick and others leaving me feeling as light as
a feather, plays a toll on my emotions. We all carry things that aren’t always needed and
sometimes, not even wanted, but whether we know it or not, the items we carry, the necessities,
the trinkets, the emotional baggage, the past, the stress of the present, and the anxiety of the
future all become a monkey on your back. Whether that monkey be a friend or a stalker, you
become accustomed to its constant presence and it isn’t until you loss some of that burden or it
becomes too much, that you even realize you were carrying anything at all.
contact, and lipstick to brighten the day, these tangible things, lightweight or not, eventually add
to load and you find yourself carrying a fifty pound suitcase. Physical things end up representing
the items I can’t actually hold. A wish bracelet, whether it’s worn because it’s colorful or
because it holds the optimistic view that the bracelet really means what you think it means and
soon your carrying all your wishes as well, literally wearing your heart on your sleeve. That
photo album I carry, images in my mind flood back, just like in the old photographs and you hold
on to those memories too. Sunflower fields surrounding the family you love, the broken hearts,
empty promises, all the good and bad seen in the pictures and follow me wherever I go, unable to
be erased. It’s ever present in my mind. The breathe I held as we pass a cemetery, mixing with
the laughter too hard to contain from the look on my dad’s face.
I carry my books, school books, reading books, cook books, poetry books, and picture
books because I hold on to a world where everything is as perfect as I hoped. School books hold
my future, reading books hold my amusement, cook books hold the perfectly crafted food too
good to even eat, poetry books hold the words I wish I could say, and picture books remind me
of the times when I was younger and the imperfections in the world were invisible. In my mind I
carry the secrets that could easily disprove my reputation, able to sway it any way I’d like, but
We all have our baggage and whether we are willing to take a look inside or let others
peer inside ours, is purely up to our own thoughts and dependent on how much weight we and
those around us actually carry. Necessity or not, the deepest part of our psych knows what is
good for us, what we can let go of and the things we should hold to for just awhile longer. That
is how I know to never let go of the things that I can’t go a day without thinking about, the things
that fill me with warmth, make me smile, crinkle my nose or tap my feet. Good or bad, it’s all
there but it’s the good that I put at the top of my purse, ready for my grasp at any moment
because you never know when you might need your Fabulous Fuchsia lipstick or simply a good
laugh.