The Weight of Care and Compassion

The Weight of Care and Compassion It begins as a thread, light as breath, woven quietly between you and the fragile world. You carry it first in your hands— steady, open, reaching for what falters. But over time, the thread thickens into rope, a knot of responsibilities anchoring you to the quiet aches of others. It is not a burden, not exactly. More like a river that insists on flowing through you, filling every hollow space with its restless current. Some days, it feels like too much— this soft, relentless weight, pressing against your chest, your shoulders, the tender bend of your knees. Yet somehow, you keep rising, your strength woven into the very act of giving. Because to care is to hold a corner of the world steady. To carry the ache of another is to say: You are not alone. And though the weight lingers, it also lifts— a quiet, enduring balance between gravity and grace.