Bearing a millstone around your neck, even if figuratively, isn’t easy at all… We all have encountered some at certain points in our lives. Sometimes it ended well, sometimes it didn’t, but there are some cases that seem to never end and the millstone gets bigger and bigger, time passes by, fear increases and inability wins over our natural, human powers. We lose sense and control. Up to no good.
I wish this was a post about how to escape from the millstone’s burden. It isn’t. I have my own millstone around my neck and writing about it makes me feel good at this very moment and that’s the best I can do. Still, the millstone’s there and sometimes, strangely enough, while knowing that the millstone is just a figure of speech, I have this feeling I can’t breathe…
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