Weight

Don't you sometimes feel like the weight of the world is on your shoulders, as if you have to do everything right and you have to do everything. There are so many things to complete but not enough time. As if you're rushing along, running against time, against your will. Or that you're currently doing something when you know there is another more important thing waiting for you to be done, or something more worthwhile of your time. And you breathe in really deeply in hope of easing this load but with each breath you just feel the presence of the load even more and the constant reminder that this is not what you are supposed to be doing. You pray for time to stop because you need to sort out your priorities, you need a holiday, a break from everything, but time doesn't stop, it runs on and on and you are caught in the flow. You go on with it simply because it is easier to do so and to go against it would take a great boost of strength to get through that initial barrier, something like what they teach in chemistry, an amount of activation energy is needed to push through. Then you wonder where can you get that energy from when you go home from work every day busted, and your arms are plastered down to your sides because you're going so quickly with the flow that you can't pull yourself out of the ever-deepening rut.

The thing is that it is ridiculous how I should feel this way though there is practically nothing on me. Utterly ridiculous. Or perhaps it is the absence of something which is weighing down on me.

To those who have a goal to achieve, a passion present or something in your heart which you work towards, I salute you.

Oops, salute = army = uniformed men. Kidding.