Upon your back, you carry all your burdens, and as the years go by they begin to gain weight. More and more burdens, worries, insecurities and more build up, yet you continue onward on the path, toward your final destination.
You pass people along the way who see you struggle. These people pass you by without a glance, but you keep struggling forward. One day, the weight becomes to much and you stumble, then fall, but you get back up. You keep stumbling, falling to your knees, until you find you can no longer walk. So you crawl.
Someone see's you, going down onto all fours to take up part of your burden, helping you out. Slowly, you start to gain strength and with help from the kind stranger, you make your way to your feet. Your movements are slower than when you first began your journey, but you relish in the fact you aren't alone. Until the day you must make your way over the mountains.
"We can do this," you say.
"What do you mean we? It isn't my job, this isn't my burden to bear," they say and leave. You are struggling more than ever, for you were abandoned when you needed help the most. Distraught, you turn and head back down into the valley from where you came. Days pass and you decide to try again, once more making the long trip. Along the way you stumble until once more you are force to crawl. You are almost ready to turn back, when you see someone.
They are carrying a bundle of burdens, just as you are. When they spot you, your eyes meet. They set down their bundle and move to your side.
"Let me help you."
You are afraid, afraid they will leave when you need them the most, or when the mountain becomes too steep. You are afraid to let them help, so you shake your head, struggle to your feet and move forward. You look back and see them pick up their bundle of burdens and follow you. The two of you walk in silence, until you stumble beneath the weight. They set down their bundle and come to your side once more, taking a fraction of the weight upon their shoulders. They offer a smile, and together the two of you make your way up the side of the mountain. Sometimes you walk, sometimes you crawl, sometimes you make no progress, but you aren't alone. Finally you reach your destination, and at last can set your bundle down.
They say goodbye and you part ways. One day, you stand out on the mountain and see someone struggling down below, buy you don't help them, for the burden is not yours to carry.
Somewhere below the person you refused to help passes the stranger who helped you long ago. Like with you, they help the other, until the final destination is met. You and the stranger become friends.577Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXHgUCEjkVY
One day, the two of you look down from the mountain and see the one who helped both of you out struggling beneath his burden, much bigger than when you first saw him.
"We should help him," the neighbor says, and you scoff.
"It isn't my burden to carry," you say and go inside. You have forgotten how you once needed someone to help you carry your burden, but your neighbor has not forgotten. They make their way down to the other, and like your neighbor was once helped, that same person lends a helping hand, for we all have a burden to carry. But will we help those who once helped us?
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