Why is it that whenever I have to take someone's life into my hands, I do a damned good job on fixing that person's life? How come when I try to take personal matters into my hands, I end up screwing up?
[Yes, Teddi, I screw up. Yes, me - the Weight-bearer.]
I should have my own card in the Tarot deck: The Weight-bearer: You are the infinite capsule the people lean on for help and protection. People see you as their Savior and Hope, but for you, life will be... [?] You are... [?] (insert apt word here).
Atlas forever held the world on his shoulders, and he never complained to anyone. He bore the burden of supporting the world without being thanked or appreciated for his deed.
Religious martyrs and saints, revolutionaries, inventors, philosophers, good people, and everybody who has sacrificed one thing they love is an Atlas - a Weight-bearer.
Now, I question: if you've got the World's worlds on your shoulders, should you start telling Management that there must be something wrong in His plans? That you're not strong enough to carry all that WEIGHT... all those thoughts, those worlds you don't even know about, those emotions that you yourself hide from... do you tell God you can't take it anymore?
And even if you do come to terms with God, what will you say? Will you tell Him that He gave you too much? Or was it too little because you didn't see the point in carrying that burden for so long?
Right now, I carry worlds on my back and three hearts in my hands - none of which are mine.
I have a hundred thoughts in my head, all scattered and incoherent, trying, and confusing, that needs to be straightened out.
I have emotions, oh, so much emotions, that I am left vulnerable, unaware, spaced out, and even scatter-brained, because of being too lost in thought - which most are, not necessarily my own.
So, now that you know all these about me... God, would you still make me carry them?



