Caged bird

Looking from the corner of my eyes, there he sat, listless and exhausted. His eyes were wide but tired. A blank expression washed over his face.
Remembering what a Franciscan father once said: In life, there are 3 luggages. The past, the present and the future. One should never over burden oneself by carrying all 3 luggages because he or she cannot change the past nor predict the future. Hold on to the preset and cherish what you have infront of you always.
Why does he always over burden himself by carrying all 3 luggages when he only need just one to take him through wherever he goes in life? If only he knew how to let go, open up his mind to changes and free his thoughts from everything that had been pushing him down, he would not be the friend I knew today.
I wanted to help him but he does not seems to try by helping himself. Maybe he was really tied down. Caged up. Unable to fly through that fastened lock.
If only I knew how to...