Atlas carried the weight of the heavens on his shoulders. Each of us also carries the weight of a world upon our shoulders, our own individual world. Each of our worlds is formed by a mix of puzzle pieces which come together differently for every person.
The weight of our worlds varies from day to day some days weighing no more than a feather and other days it seems each piece is made of iron.
The days in which our world is light are the days that we are able to move forward. It is on these days that we carry our worlds with pride high upon our shoulders and without discomfort.
The days our worlds are made of iron nearly bring us to our knees leaving us unable to do anymore than bear the weight. We sink, our worlds carried low upon our backs and it takes all our strength to simply stand still to keep from falling back.
Most of the time our worlds are a combination of pieces some made of feather and some made of iron. The weight fluctuates from hour to hour or even from minute to minute. Some days we move slower than others and yet we almost always are able to move forward.
Today I stand still.
