On the journey of life,
The real weight is not the baggage,
It's in the feelings entrusted to me by my family.
Weekend mornings when I was a child.
The sunlight filtering through the curtains
It gently lit up the quiet living room.
The family was busy preparing for the trip.
Children's most important toys
I quietly slip it into the back of my suitcase.
While watching the situation,
The parents smiled,
Each and every expectation and wish,
He carefully packed it into a box.
"It's better if it's a little bigger.
That way there will be more places to go."
My mother said in a gentle voice,
He spoke to the still-sleepy child.
Only then,
Learn that "durability" is not just a number.
It was a sense of security itself.
Years passed,
Children grow up and reach adulthood.
That day, my parents handed me a new suitcase.
Next to me is the man who has been with me since childhood.
An old suitcase with some scratches.
And yet, it remains standing firm.
"From now on, my journey begins.
Do your best."
My father's words were quiet,
But it had a definite strength.
A child――No, in his eyes, he was already an adult.
Hope and determination for the future,
It dwelled quietly.
Entering society,
Starting a new life in a new city.
Airports, stations, and other places you may visit on business trips
Days of repeated travel.
There was always uncertainty and challenge.
nevertheless,
No matter how far you go,
The suitcase that has been with us for many years,
It continues to quietly support your feet.
The sound of casters sliding.
Feel the lock close.
Each one of them,
It resonates in my heart as a memory of time.
A small toy that was once kept in a box.
I walked alongside my family,
The warmth of that journey.
The path of life is
It's never flat.
However,
There are things that continue to stay close to us over time.
Each journey is
It is an extension of that "accompanying."
