What to pack on life's neon suitcase?

I was thinking, because that is what I mostly do... think think and write. To think about the contents of this suitcase and life's suitcase. I know very little about why I paint them. I guess I draw a more colourful world that the pale light of London. I guess I draw my naivety or an impossible life made possible because of my left hand, the one that paints. Then there is that warm, deep but fragile feeling, similar to love and nostalgia that we all keep inside. I want to draw it, I want to draw the human condition, my human condition...