Atlas with the weight of the world

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.