Last month, I moved to a new apartment that’s closer to work. This time, it took sixteen large boxes from Home Depot. Sixteen. The movers charged me $500, and I spent 2 full weeks packing and unpacking my everything.

Now it’s a nightmare to even think about moving all sixteen boxes again - somewhere between now and then, I became heavy, less flexible, being held back by all my possessions.

An Epiphany

Sitting in my new apartment, being surrounded by those sixteen large boxes, thinking that maybe I should settle down somewhere and never move again… a quote suddenly popped up in my mind:

人生如逆旅，我亦是行人。— 苏轼

Life is like an inn, and I am but a passing traveler. — Su Shi

We are all just temporary travelers. We don’t own things forever, we are merely renting the material possessions for the brief time that we have, in this life.

As a traveler, the common sense is to always keep things light. Having too much in my backpack will only tire me out, slow me down, and hold me back from enjoying the entire traveling experience.

Going forward, I have to rethink all the things I have, whether in the physical, digital, or spiritual world. Are they really worth it? Or just adding weight to my life?

Maybe it's time to go back to the mindset I had three years ago - trying to fit everything in just two suitcases. Even if it's definitely more than two suitcases now.