A young man wearily trods on a poorly-lit road in the dark of night. As he makes his way, sweat drips liberally down his forehead and back. Behind him he carries a duffel bag filled with the overbearing weight of past, present, future, worry, regret, desire, ambition and anxiety.
After a moment that seems like forever the young man collapses in exhaustion. While recovering his strength he sees a bright light approaching him in the distance. As the light draws nearer he recognises who it is immediately.
'My Son, why are you lying on the side of the road in exhaustion?'
'My Lord, it is because I have been carrying this bag for so long. I just need a moments rest.'
'Why don't you give that bag to me? I can carry it for you.'
'No. I will carry it myself. This is my burden.'
'As you wish. Though I must inform you that this burden of yours is no burden to me for I overcame it long before you were born.'
'I know, but... but...'
'Let me walk with you. I will keep you company along this road and when you are ready I will take the burden from you completely. I must warn you though that you mustn't keep carrying it for much longer. I have much planned for you. They are plans to prosper and not to harm you - plans that won't be realised unless you surrender your burden completely to me.'
'I know my Lord,' the man sighs in resignation. 'I know.'
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