I am one of those folks that drags memories along, collecting them as I go like a little boy putting rocks in his pockets on a walk. Does all that gravel weigh me down, keep me from "living in the moment"? I don't know - I don't think so. You can have a big pack and still make the summit, and you might even enjoy the taste of sweat and pride more at the top because of it.
I heard this song on