Friday, February 28, 2014
For me, I think about the possibilities of letting your responsibilities and commitments go. Of actually shrugging them off, even for a brief moment. The immense relief one might feel if all the weight on their shoulders were to suddenly lift away. But that's not all, almost immediately after the sense of relief would come a sense of fear, regret, or shame. What would the affect be, to Atlas, when the very precious thing he is tasked to carry falls? What would happes to the heavens, or to the earth, when Atlas is no longer holding it up? What happens to all those people who are depending on you to carry your weight?
Many of you reading this would assume that I am cracking under the pressure. That's not true. Yes, I am under pressure and stress. I have a lot of responsibilities. Often it seems like I cannot get the space or the time to plan out how to get what I want, let alone the time to figure out what that is. The pressure, the stress, is no more than normal, no more than any of my neighbors or any of you might be feeling at any given moment. For some reason, perhaps as a Freudian slip, the phrase "Atlas Shrugged" popped into my head this morning, and I felt the need to write about it.