Letter 1- The world is heavy

The world is heavy, and sometimes my mind doesn’t have the time to process the weight because it’s busy trying to carry it. Time doesn’t make sure that that the world is secure while I’m placing it on my back and hiking up age’s mountain. Time, well time, it just keeps going, and my prayer is that I am able to keep up with its momentum. There are no short cuts, and there is no fast track to the finish line because the goal is elusive. I’m unaware of why I made it my life’s mission to become a disciple of Atlas. Yet, here I am willingly carrying the weight of the Earth, and strategically cultivating a plan underneath the powers that be to restore its primordial embrace to the Heavens. This happens to be a feat that Zeus despises.

However, in my humanity I am touched with the infirmities of people who can’t speak or verbalize their condition and/or unwilling to become conscious enough to jump out of their cycles while the Earth keeps spinning. In their ignorance, the weight is placed on the shoulders of those that they believe "should care" about their well-being. So, in their unconscious state they consistently express their discontent of the imbalances they feel. I, too, was once their ally, but my constant evolution demolished my lack of knowledge. Therefore, I can attest that I know they are unaware of their own burdening weight. They are unaware of their obliviousness that crushes the backs of those who choose to assist. Life’s mountain ain’t no crystal stair, and it’s not easy for the carried or the carrier. Both are insensible to one another’s struggles because of an unseen but mandated relational obligation. Humanity.

We are all connected, but yet slowly disconnecting from empathy towards one another. The world’s weight, resources, and labor can all be evenly distributed once compassion is restored. Nevertheless, compassion has diminished underneath the man made's heavenly goals of riches, status, and gain. Zeus wins in that aspect. Most of humanity has no desire to make Godlike power their attainment. Their goal is here on Earth, against one another, for the human superlative of prestige. In that aspect, humanity is winning.

Yet, the finish line becomes more and more of a mirage. The light of love converts to increasing distance as the hearts of men are displaced. So, we wander aimlessly seeking to fill the void of purpose. We continue to run knowing that we all will meet the same fate. Earth will pass away...but as we know the heart’s desire is to be tethered to it. The heart is desperate to find meaning, so much so, that the meaning is: the separation of one another. The chain of humanity’s infinite connection is breaking right before our eyes, our hiking shoes are losing grip atop life’s mountain, and we are moving further away from remembering how to love one another.

The world is heavy…

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