Burdens

I was talking with some friends of mine and I got to thinking. About what? Well, simply put, and not at all addressing the title, about burdens. We all have them. Every one of us. What I've come to find is that there are just some things in this world that only you are meant to carry. As if this weight has your name inscribed on it and you are bound to it forever via the chain of remembrance. Interestingly enough, I've decided that I take a small amount of comfort in those burdens. That broken promise, the broken heart of another, the time you should have acted differently. That smile shared between the two of you, the shoulder you offered as support, the time you did everything you could and it was actually enough. Now, while not necessarily categorized as burdens by most, I'd consider them as such. They are things you carry and they have weight to them. Be it positive or not, and though you share these thoughts with others in some cases. The memories gained, the burdens, are yours alone. Now then, let's address the question shall we? What comfort can one take in their burdens? Essentially, your burdens help to shape your being. They are the pieces to the puzzle. Now then, my insistence on calling these things burdens instead of memories is because of the weight they place on your heart. As good as they are for helping to shape you, they are also an immense weight that people tend to carry with them constantly. So, what's the point? The point that I would like to make is that there are some things out there that are better forgotten, whereas there are other things that are so profound and life changing that they are best kept close to heart lest they run away into the void.

-Ken

[EDIT: Corrected a grammatical error.]