south of market

hello you,
ive been so sad lately. but believe this- my sadness decided to transcend into something a little more powerful. the lightness of things. i just started this book the unbearable lightness of being -milan kundera, and there was a particular passage that stood out to me
bare arms here ( i am now going to type it out for you)
"if eternal is the heaviest of burdens, then our lives can stand out against it in all their splendid lightness.
but is heaviness truly deplorable and lightness splendid?
the heaviest of burdens crushes us, we sink beneath it, it pins us to the ground. but in the love poetry of every age, the women longs to be weighed down by the mans body. the heaviest of burdens is therefore simultaneously an image of lifes 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 a burden causes man to be lighter than air, to soar into the heights, take leave of the earth and his earthly being, and become only half real, his movements as free as they are insignificant.

what than shall we choose? weight or lightness?"