That's all I need. A backpack. The clothes on my back. And a good, sturdy staff.
A staff is support. It holds you up. Keep you from stumbling and falling. Lighten the load. It's a friend that you can always lean on. If you hurt yourself, it makes a great crutch or cane.
A staff is protection. If you're attacked, you can fend whoever's assaulting you off. It's usually non-lethal, but a good whack on the head can do some serious damage if your self-defense needs to get just a bit more aggressive.
A staff is a tool. It can become an essential part of any larger structure. Add a tarp and some supports, and it's a tent. Add some string and a hook, and it can become a fishing pole. There are a lot of things you can use a staff for.
I call it Lily. My staff. Every tool of great importance should have a name. Mine's named Lily. After her. That way, she's still with me. Even now. Even after all these months.
I still miss her.
But she keeps me going. Going down the road. Where? I don't know. But as long as I have Lily by my side, I'll get there. I know I will.