The Weight I Carry on the Left

From The Diary of Parallel Serendipity by Alex Család

I’m left-handed. Always have been.
I write with my left, play music with my left, and for most of my life, I’ve led with it — whether swinging a hammer or strumming a guitar.

But lately, I’ve noticed something I can’t ignore:
My left hip needs replacing.
My left eye is worse than my right — damaged by macular degeneration.
And still, it’s my left hand that I reach with.

Why is it always the left?

Is it just coincidence? Maybe.
Maybe it’s age. Maybe it’s wear and tear from a life fully lived.

But sometimes, I wonder if it’s something deeper.
The left is the side I leaned on — the side I created with, moved through the world with, loved with.
And maybe now, after all these years, it’s simply tired.

But even with the pain, I’m grateful.
Because this side — my left side — helped me build a life worth remembering.

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