Originally posted on An Upturned Soul:
“She was breathing deeply, she forgot the cold, the weight of beings, the insane or static life, the long anguish of living or dying. After so many years running from fear, fleeing crazily, uselessly, she was finally coming to a halt. At the same time she seemed to be recovering her roots, and the sap rose anew in her body, which was no longer trembling.”
― Albert Camus
The three weights in this photograph… I found them amongst the bits and pieces left behind in my new home by the previous owner.
Were there other weights to be found, were these part of a bigger set, or was this it?
Do these represent something?
Are they perhaps each a burden put down so that someone could move on… and pick up new weights more meaningful to them now?
We sometimes carry with us heavy loads which no longer…
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