MANY A TIME IT IS OUR CHOOSING TO HOLD THINGS UPON OUR BACKS AND CARRY THEM, WHEN WE COULD JUST UNLOAD THEM.

And so it is, the tragedy of life. The struggles and the burdens we carry, such it is.  Likened to an old canvas sack we strap on our backs, the weight of life is heavy upon us. We are happy to carry the bricks of our pain and hold them in the canvas of our mural that we use to define life for ourselves. Oh, how heavy the burden that we must carry. Yet when we share our misery, we are so happy to share our special bricks of pain that we carry, to build our validation that we are great sufferers pacing through our lives. Scrambled and heavy footed we continue, and everyone else has their agenda.

Funny they are not interested in my heavy bricks I carry, and I am not interested in theirs quite frankly, and what is the interest of my own? Why do I carry…