It is heavy because you are not supposed to carry it this far, for this long. It is heavy because it was never really yours in the first place. It is heavy because humans are not meant to keep holding within them relics of the most painful parts of the past. It’s heavy because it’s carrying an old world into a new one. It’s heavy because it’s asking you to put it down. It’s heavy because some part of you can sense who you would become without it. It’s heavy because you’ve lightened in some way, and so the fragmented parts of you that are too dense to move with you must finally be put to rest.
