Baggage feels so unnecessary. It’s what you bring along without a thought to its purpose. Your Luggage, however, contains your precious belongings. Though, in truth, it’s just as unnecessary.
The difference is all in choice. I use flippism to manipulate myself. It’s my luggage. Completely unnecessary, yet of most importance.
It’s irrational to frame a flip of a coin as destiny, but feelings are easily deceived. Belief is built on the stories we tell ourselves. We lack the perspective required for genuine truth.
Instead of worrying about some bags which may not exist, I choose to embrace chaos. I choose to decide. I choose to reflect on both ends. Do I trust my head—my thoughts—or the tail of my gut?
I lie to myself because simple toss is most righteous. How else does one begin to find order but to first to embrace chaos as part of it?