Life is heavy lately. While I have my own insurmountable responsibilities to my community and profession I have admitted today, that it's just hard to be that person for everyone else. I am tired. I am exhausted. I am worn. I am, vulnerable.
I am tired of being tired. I am tired of being the vessel for everybody's damn worst say I'd their lives. I am tired of hearing the most tragic days of others. I am tired of being tired.
I too, carry the weight of my own burdens and my biggest regrets and fears. I too, empathize with your tragedies. I too, suffer.
However.
I will endure your burdens, because you cannot. I will overcome your relentless agony of your failures and defeats. I will carry those stories for you, because I can.
These are the teaching of my life and my passion to assist others. I am happy to know others like myself too feel the strain of the troubles if others. This gives me the strength to do what others cannot. This gives me courage and bravery to continue being kind to others despite their reasoning and justifications for being what they are.
In times like these where the world itself feels as if it lies upon your shoulders like Atlas himself, I must remember that this is a choice. This is a consequence of the good deeds I have volunteered myself too. No God deed goes unpaid, the better the deed, the heavier the burden. That is what makes me a good man. That is what makes me capable and confident I will endure. And in these events. Sometimes. On occasion. I have another who will assist me carry the load upon those shoulders.
Even Atlas gave the heavens to Hercules so he could rest.....
fredhincanada:
I hear you, my friend. I often call it "The Burden of Strength." You've got this. I know it.
cerebus666:
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