I carry stuff around, it makes me laugh out loud, makes me lose a tear, or ******* with fear.
I always make sure to keep filling my backpack with more, just so i can be sure, that i don't miss out on anyting.
One day my backpack will be full, and it will be heavy, and i can sit down, look at what i have, i will be able to smile, say "I wish i had never done that". I will be able to cry, so loud that my voice would fly.
I will be able to laugh and say that it was a good time, that day when the sun decided to shine.