Burning Beneath

It’s strange how the weight of our own problems can feel insurmountable, like mountains pressing down on our chests. Big or small, they consume our minds, fill our hearts, and cloud our vision. We carry them, convinced they are the heaviest burdens imaginable.

And then—someone else speaks. They open up about their struggles, their battles, their unseen wounds. Suddenly, our own troubles shift. They don’t necessarily disappear, but they shrink, almost dissolving into the air. The weight we once thought unbearable becomes light in comparison.

It’s not that our pain isn’t real. It is. But in the grand scheme of human suffering, perspective has a way of humbling us. It reminds us that we’re not alone. That pain is universal. That someone else, somewhere, is carrying far more than we ever imagined.

And sometimes, just listening is enough to lighten their load—and ours.