Growing up, it feels as though there was always somebody beside me to help carry the weight.
Even now...
Be it the old beat-up bus...my Dad's car...I was and am always being 'carried' off to somewhere with somebody....
So 'spoiled', ignorant and naive that I grew accustomed of having to share the weight that I carry.
But now, as I walk on my own two feet...
Even when I leave my old self behind...
The uncertainties....the fear...the disappointment...
The dead weight in itself is heavy...
I challenge myself to a hill every time I went for my usual morning walks...
Every time it gets less and less hard.
Every time, I feel myself smiling more and more when I reach the top.
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