I went a bit further then Bob to think about this baggage we carry in terms of who we begin to tell ourselves we are.  We often look at what has happened in our lives and tell ourselves "that is who I am."

But that got me thinking, how much of our identity is wrapped up in the emotional baggage we carry around - every single day? Or wrapped up in what we've accomplished?

And, when we dump out the contents of our lives from our backpack, can we not bear to think of getting rid of that baggage because that is who we think we are - we think we can't live without this part of us?

And, what of those things that we think about ourselves that come from our past experiences don't really make up who we really are?  What if choices we made either bad or good, things that trigger us, or even people that love us aren't at all who we are?

Our mental, physical, and emotional health is greatly influenced by who we think we are.  Our perception of who we are began to take shape when we were very young.  But, what if all those experiences we have always used to figure out who we are is missing it altogehter?