In Greek mythology the Titan Atlas was responsible for bearing the weight of the heavens on his shoulders, a burden given to him as punishment by Zeus.
My struggles are simple, where do I travel, will I get a job, when will I ever find love, can I ever get a house with a yard so I can replace human love with some cats and dogs? I am lucky that the weight on my shoulders is light.
I’ve recently had a number of friends come to me with their struggles; at work, at home, and even in my crazy dreams. As I listen and try to help with my limited life experiences (at least in some of these matters) I am amazed at how strong these people are. As I listen I feel like I would shatter under the weight they bare everyday.To me those who struggle and who overcome everyday are very brave, even when they don’t feel that way.
In my dreams I search endlessly for impossible answers. In my waking hours I search for the same. I have an open ear, a caring heart, a desire to help how ever I can, but I don’t have the answers.
Sometimes I feel like the advice I give is sound, sometimes I feel like I’m blowing smoke. I hope that my advice helps to life the burden in some small way. I wish I could be there for them in person. Some friends I see soon (6 weeks until I return to Canada) but some are to be left behind in Kuwait, where I can no longer reach them easily. Even more are scattered around the globe.
Remember to be kind to strangers you meet, you never know what they are struggling with.
4 thoughts on “Atlas with the weight of the world”
I think sometimes friends don’t need advice. They need proof that someone in this hard world cares about them when they feel like no one else does. Sometimes the best thing we can do for someone who is struggling is listen when no one else will. That’s my two cents anyway.
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I’m always open to listening. That’s not a struggle. I just want to be able to help and make it go away if I can.
I feel that way sometimes too.
I love your Atlas analogy. It fits!