Why Your Baggage Decides Your Last Journey
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Life is a terminal.
Some call it a train station, some an airport, some just a dusty bus stop by the side of the road.
Every terminal is different—some are sleek and modern, full of glass walls and glowing lights. Others are old, wooden, and quiet, with only the sound of wheels against tracks.
People choose their terminals according to what they want. Some chase the busiest, grandest ones, convinced that the comfort and speed there will bring them closer to happiness. Others are content with slower, simpler stops.
But no matter which terminal we choose, they all lead to the same truth: this is not the final destination.
The Journey Beyond the Terminal
Most of us forget that every ticket we buy here—every choice, every desire, every rush to board the “best” train—isn’t just taking us across this world. It’s also quietly deciding what comes next.
Some tickets bring us back to the same terminal, again and again. Same struggles, same mistakes, just different names and faces. Some call this karma, some samsara—but it feels the same: a loop we keep riding until we finally learn why we’re here.
And then, there is another kind of ticket. The one that takes you to the Terminal to the Endless—the last stop. No returns.
The Ticket to the Endless
What kind of ticket is that?
It’s not printed on paper. There’s no QR code to scan.
It’s not printed on paper. There’s no QR code to scan.
The ticket is simple: no more baggage.
Not the baggage you pack in a suitcase, but the kind you carry inside—ego, greed, attachments, anger, longing for things that will never last.
As long as you hold onto them, you stay here. The trains keep bringing you back to the same stations. But when you finally drop every bag—when your hands are empty and your heart is light enough—you’re allowed onto the last platform.
The Endless doesn’t need luxury. It doesn’t even need desire. Because by the time you get there, you don’t want anything anymore. You are finally free.
Maybe life is just a terminal,and every choice we makeis a ticket to somewhere we’ve been before.But one day, if we travel light enough —no more bags, no more wanting —we might finally step onto the last platform,and the train won’t bring us back here again.
