Weight or lightness

The heaviest of burdens crushes us, we sink beneath it, it pins us to the ground. But in love poetry of every age, the woman longs to be weighed down by the man's body.The heaviest of burdens is therefore simultaneously an image of life's most intense fulfillment. The heavier the burden, the closer our lives come to the earth, the more real and truthful they become. Conversely, the absolute absence of burden causes man to be lighter than air, to soar into heights, take leave of the earth and his earthly being, and become only half real, his movements as free as they are insignificant. What then shall we choose? Weight or lightness? (The unbearable lightness of being)
To accept weight-fulness is to crumble under the heaviness of the world, that we are forever enslaved by earthly concerns - emotions, relationships, prestige, achievements, status and the dread of existence. It is to submit and devote our entirety to the perception of one’s true self, notwithstanding its absence, as if our life’s entire purpose is to justify our presence by creating some sort of immortality projects that hope to cease our oblivion and deny our perishment. “Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown“, King Henry from Shakespeare said. One who wishes to kiss the ground must bow its head, for suffering is bestowed upon those who desire. Let them be consumed by thy pain, for it keeps our stares on the ground, away from the hollowed sky. To admire the beauty of a rose in one’s hand, one must let the thorns pierce thy hand and whimper in pain when it withers. This path is categorised by humanised vulnerability, in which we voluntarily sever our ribs and expose our beating hearts to thy world, for destruction precedes creation, just like how Adam’s rib is taken out by God to create Eve.

If One must imagine Sisyphus happy,
then One must symphise Davy Jones’ agony,
when he ripped off his heart,
locked it in a chest on a distant island,
away from Flying Dutchman.

To accept weightlessness is to refuse the existence of humanity, that one’s life is to elevate its soul to absolute highness, withdraw from the earth itself, and distant oneself from the actualities of human’s conflicted nature. It is the denial of responsibility and embracement of the universe's absolute authority over oneself- for nothing really matters in the grand scheme of things, admitting that we are just the inevitable result of crashing atoms and cell divisions. We remove the anchors and let our consciousness freely wander the emptied hallway, like a pilgrim who has abandoned everything to ascend into nothingness in search of the liberation of human’s endless suffering, a result of the internalisation of human’s helplessness and insignificance. In response to King Henry’s words, I say, “Peace lies the throne that bears no ass.” Now that we are so high up, we see the earth as a temporary confinement of our flesh and declare the struggle of life meaningless.

What then shall we choose? Weight or lightness?