When Burden Is Freedom

Less than a week has passed by. Less than seven days when I killed my other self. A self that was loved and hated by many including myself.

For the first time in the decade plus of being that person, I am free. By the gods of Abraham, free at last. I say to you, I am free with burden.

Free with burden? Is that not a contradiction? Yes and no. You see, everyone needs a burden. It is a place to recall one’s mistake. Without any burden, we will repeat the same mistake.

Additionally a burden makes us free and can be a home. Look at the birds. They fly and soar mightily in the sky buy they still land on a tree branch. The branch is their burden and it is home.

I am free with my burden.