Life is for the living, he thought. The weight of the world was on his shoulders, as it always had been, as it always would be. This was not living, every day a constant struggle to see the next, yet it was always the same. What if he stopped, what would happen? He wondered, toyed with the idea. People would continue living, eating, sleeping, and breathing. The good helping the good and the bad, the bad only watching out for themselves. Government would still exist, so would faith, poverty, love and murder. He looked at his feet, covered in dirt, while his shoulders ached and begged him to rest. What difference does one person make he pondered.
He finally set it down. He placed the heavy weight over the world beneath his feet. And it stayed. Atlas ran before he saw what happened.
"If you saw Atlas, the giant who holds the world on his shoulders, if you saw that he stood, blood running down his chest, his knees buckling, his arms trembling but still trying to hold the world aloft with the last of his strength, and the greater the effort the heavier the world bore down upon his shoulders--what would you tell him to do?"
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I think this is my favorite one ever, so far.
What's the quote from?
The quote is from Atlas Shrugged, granted I haven't actually read the book, but for some reason, I kept thinking about it.
I'm working on finishing The Fountianhead over the summer. I only read it over winter break, but I'm half way through.
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