Here’s a thought for you.
We all know we can’t take anything with us when we die. Despite cultural legends of burials filled with items for the next life, which archaeologists appreciate, we leave our belongings behind. I’ll do you one better. Outwardly, we really carry nothing with us – except the clothes on our back – from day to day.
We buy stuff. We fill our homes and spaces with stuff. We feel like we own stuff. But we really don’t. The only reason our stuff is with us is because we paid for it to travel in our space. We don’t really carry it though, more like we are sharing a taxi ride with one fare.
No, we don’t technically carry anything with us day to day. We just share space with stuff.
Not my deepest or most coherent thought but a thought I have carried with me for a few days. Because the only luggage we can carry day to day is what we carry inward.