A baggage too much

I always like it when people tell me that they have a past or they have a baggage with them. Don't we all? However nothing explains better my situation than this poem:

                                                                 The Secret Sits

                                            We dance round in a ring and suppose,
                                            But the Secret sits in the middle and knows.

                                                                                                            Robert Frost

I am actual simple it's whether you can live with that simplicity.