The problem with Atlas
it was a beautiful summer day. dusk was falling quietly devouring every tiny spec of light, slowly the stars also came into the view, there was a crescent moon on the horizon, the west wind was full of smell of fresh moon flowers. But all this beauty was not making Atlas happy, in fact they were making him incredibly sad. See, the thing was Atlas had a job, his job was to carry the world upon his shoulders, he had no time for things as trivial as enjoying a beautiful evening. Atlas was a very bitter person, but his bitterness was not unjustified. After the war , gods had punished him by putting the weight of the world upon his shoulders, and since then Atlas had done it.The sad part was he didn't had any choice, he had to do it. Atlas used to think of how unfair the world was to him and how he has to do it all alone, Atlas used to fantasize about inflicting all sorts of pain on people who were responsible in his spare time(he had too much of it) and Atlas used to think about ru...