There are some moments that will stay with us forever. Our scars build up and mould who we are.
Sometimes these moments are beautiful, sometimes hauntingly painful.
Sometimes I imagine each person to be carrying a backpack full of ball bearings around, and each time we're haunted someone places another ball bearing in the backpack, and it just keeps on getting heavier and heavier, and weighing us down until we either collapse under the weight, or the backpack splits and everything comes spilling out.
Our emotional weight.
Yet it's these moments and how we deal with them that shape us. We are only as strong as we behave, and only as beautiful as we behave.
Friends and family need us, and some mornings that backpack doesn't feel so heavy at all.