There is a bridge that connects me to the reality of the outside world. Every morning when I leave home, I use this bridge to prepare myself to meet people.

If I carry a heavy burden from home, I release it into the river from the top of the bridge.

Sometimes, I collect items that others have thrown into the river and I think might be useful, taking them with me to the other side of the bridge. 

Occasionally, I wash my belongings in the river to clean them.

After crossing this bridge, I am never the same person who left home in the morning.