There was a point in my childhood when I realized that every single person resides within a universe that can only be seen through their eyes. Every feeling, every experience, every connection made is unique to the individual person. I would sit quietly and watch the souls around me navigate their world and think, ‘I wonder what their universe looks like.’
From the outside, I may seem unflappable. I may seem as though I have everything under control. But, inside my shell exists a world where the very ground on which I stand is shifting. I am unsteady. I am afraid to even move incase the ground beneath me will crumble into nothingness. The air is thin and I cannot breathe, though everyone keeps telling me that in my breath I will find some peace.
The weight of the world is piled high upon my shoulders and my knees are fighting the urge to buckle. I wish I could do it all, but I can’t. All I can do is wait for the opportunity to unload some of these burdens.
Atleast I have my words. I find distraction in the careful puzzles of expression.
In the meantime, I tell myself:
This too shall pass.
Try to enjoy these moments.
You will soon be able to unload some of these burdens, just hang on a little bit longer.
You can’t do it all, and that’s ok.