A Load of Heartsease by F W Boreham

F W Boreham on the loads we carry.

Life is largely a matter of luggage. So soon as a child can toddle he displays an insatiable passion for carrying things. He is never so happy as when he is loaded. A few months later, he cries for a wooden cart, or a toy train, that he may further gratify his inordinate longing for luggage. And, if these demands are not appeased, he will exhaust his unconsecrated energies in pushing the chairs, tugging at tables and carrying the cat. The instinct is there. You can no more deny him his load than you can deny him his lunch. The appetite is born in him.