What We Carry.

The things we carry manifest in the subtleties of our existence, etching themselves into our very being. Each experience, whether buoyant as a smile or heavy as the bags beneath our eyes, becomes part of our narrative. The fragments of life, intangible yet palpable, weave into the fabric of our persona, shaping the words we utter and orchestrating our everyday interactions.

The weight we bear can resemble the burden of a universe, a conglomerate of joy and sorrow, triumphs and defeats. We wallow in the weight of our existence alone, in solitude. We each traverse our destined faith, dragging our weary feet, with our resilience as a testament to the human spirit. Despite the weight, we persevere, carrying our burdens with a quiet strength, often hidden behind a resilient smile.

Yet, amidst this internal landscape, the true inventory of what we carry remains a mystery. Each person is a mosaic of experiences and emotions, a tapestry woven with threads of countless moments, some seen and others concealed. We are merely a compilation of life experiences. What burdens nestle within the depths of our lives? Who can truly comprehend the magnitude of our or another's load? The answer eludes us all, for the depth of one's burdens is known only to the bearer.

While the world glimpses the external manifestations of our inner world, it can never grasp the entirety of what we carry. What remains undeniable is that each of us carries something—a collection of memories, dreams, fears, and aspirations. Our journey through life, often marked by the weight we carry, is unseen by others but profoundly felt within ourselves.

In the end, who knows what we carry? No one. I just know we carry things. With this, I live through my life burdens, recognizing and resonating with the individual weight of others.

I feel others. I see them, weight and all, and that has made all the difference.