“The heaviest of burdens crushes us, we sink beneath it, it pins us to the ground. But in love poetry of every age, the woman longs to be weighed down by the man’s body.The heaviest of burdens is therefore simultaneously an image of life’s most intense fulfillment. The heavier the burden, the closer our lives come to the earth, the more real and truthful they become. Conversely, the absolute absence of burden causes man to be lighter than air, to soar into heights, take leave of the earth and his earthly being, and become only half real, his movements as free as they are insignificant. What then shall we choose? Weight or lightness?”
-Milan Kundera
Tuesday rolls around the corner; my sense of days and all the details of my current life become drowned in weight. Motivation is easy, but to translate that momentary passion into action is just so difficult. These days my smiles have become increasingly forced. I haven’t had enough time for myself. I haven’t felt any love for anything I’ve done recently. Hopefully winter break and the end of this first semester will give me a lot of time and space to breathe and rejuvenate. I’m tired of all the weight.
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