In 1814, my grandfather’s barn collapsed from the greediness of the farmer’s haying to their own delight and stocking the barn to the brim with more hay than it was equipped to hold. It broke and fell on top of them, my grandfather too.
You have to stop letting the weight of the world make a home inside of your heart. You can take it all in, and shake and sob until you can’t feel any longer, but don’t linger. Don’t stop feeling, but before every problem you face and every demon you meet, reach down deep inside and grab all the pieces that don’t belong in your soul, because your heart can break, and it will, if you don’t realize you can’t heal the world (but please, don’t stop trying) but first, don’t let the dark camp, scab, and scar inside of your heart so that you can no longer see the light.