Darkness stood still over our house, the sun at the brink of rising, whenever I gathered up my stuff and headed out the door to work.
But as I passed my mother’s room, knowing that I had an important day at work today, she said with such simplicity:
“Don’t carry the world on your shoulders.”
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I wish it was that easy.
But when you’ve adopted the Atlas mindset, even adding this perspective onto the world already sitting on top of your shoulders, it’s hard to think the weight you carry is something you can just easily shrug off.
That it isn’t a weight you weren’t obligated to pick up in the first place.
That you can loosen the knots in your neck and shoulders and back.
That you don’t have to care as much as you do.
But the simple fact is that you do.
You do care, so you do have these tense knots in the back of your upper body because you do carry the world on your shoulders.
And you carrying the weight of the world isn’t some punishment given to you by some Greek god.
It’s not even a punishment if you care so much about the people around you that you’re willing to sacrifice the health of your own strength so they don’t have to spend so much of theirs.
“You don’t have to carry the world on your shoulders.”
And she’s right. I don’t.
Yet it is something I choose to do
because I am no Narcissus–
only an Atlas.