I carry my own cross just like the rest of you. The weight of my cross is in accordance with the way I carry it and my faith. Be it heavy or light, I cannot let others carry my own cross because they have their own to carry likewise.
At times, my cross becomes too heavy to carry that I have to crawl to the ground. On other instances, it is as light as a feather. I viewed it not as a curse but as a gift towards my salvation. Whenever it becomes heavy, I am being reminded that I am going astray and needs to get back to the right path. And when it looks like it is not there, it gives me so many reasons to appreciate and value life.
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