Sometimes, we have a weight. No telling what that weight is, because it can manifest as different things.
But most often, our weight is our past. The events and situations that create us and mold us into who we are now.
There will come a time where you will be left with a choice. Having to choose to either remember and appreciate your past and accept that things happened, or you bury it. You stop talking about it, thinking about it and reminiscing about it, just so you can keep what you have in the present.
I had to bury a part of me, by simply never speaking of those moments. Cos now, I have no one to really share them with.
