Fixing a hole

This is a story of a hole where the rain comes in and stops my mind from wandering

Around 5 pm, on a usual day, in the middle of a main street.

To my right, at 200 meters or so, there's the grand hotel Future’s Bliss.

Adorned in white marble moldings and tall, as if made for giants.

My humble presence stands on the aged pavement, wearing a baggy coat falling to one side, a bag on my back, and surrounded by luggage of sorts.

Getting to the Future’s Bliss is just the first step toward the change I desperately needed.

I'd leave the luggage there, safe and secure, only to abandon it, knowing I need not care about it any longer. After that, a trip. Somewhere. It doesn't matter.

I'm just traveling “light.”

One-way ticket, yeah.

One of the cars passing by suddenly stops.

My friend, joyful and beautiful as ever, smiles and wonders what this new plan of mine is that's obviously unfolding.

A trip! How wonderful.

Isn't it lovely?

We have some things to do… (not specified), but after taking care of our business, which is none of your concern, we will be happy to join your beautiful plan!

“Here, take our luggage”

And so, they left, light, to continue with their business.

And I found myself happy to have friends to join me in my quest to travel lightly and find freedom.

Now I had twice as much luggage.

And I had to take all that to the Future Bliss hotel all by myself.

Suddenly, passersby started to appear out of thin air, or perhaps just became more noticeable.

They stared at the baggage with thirst, with lust, with desire.

I hoped that this street in particular, looking elegant and fancy as it was, would be populated by the sort of people who don't mess with others' affairs.

People wearing fancy furs would not touch this luggage, would they?

So I started taking some bags to the hotel to secure them.

Looking back every so often to make sure the abandoned luggage was in place.

To my surprise, someone was walking up the street already with a tiny blue bag, property of my friend.

In horror, I started running in the opposite direction, ready to reclaim that bag.

Somebody, on the other side of the road, did the same with my friend's big yellow bag.

Horrified, I left the bags I was carrying and started running in desperation.

Both figures disappeared in the distance. They were not even running as I was. They were calm, just walking with the bags.

Everything was dispersed.

My plans, ruined.

A feeling of guilt that I can't begin to describe.

About my friend's luggage, and how could I ever pay for my error.

How could I ever rebuild an entire life of belongings, and what else?

Money, memories, regrets.

I did not know what my friend kept in the bags, but it all suddenly felt so much more important than my own dream.

So the trip did not happen.

In guilt, I dedicated myself to rebuilding her luggage.

Wishing for a chance in the next life.