The cold is everywhere, but it is not the snow that weighs the heaviest. It is that burden you can't see, that connection you carry because you don't dare to let go. You feel it with every step, that invisible tug that you don't know if it's a lifeline or a prison.

Why do you stay there? Perhaps you've convinced yourself that you need it. Perhaps you think that without that bond you'd be lost, that the cold would be too much, that the wind would knock you down. But if you look closely, you realize something: the weight is not on the rope, it's on you. It is the fear of loneliness, of walking without guidance, of having no one to follow.

And there lies the paradox. You believe that connection keeps you safe, but in reality, it's what keeps you motionless. You drag yourself, endure, because you don't want to face the void of being on your own. But know this: the rope does not protect you from the cold. The rope is the cold. It is the resistance that denies you movement, progress, freedom.

Letting go is not easy. Not because the rope is strong, but because your hands are used to holding it. But I ask you: How much further can you go like this? How much longer will you endure the illusion that you're protected, when all you're doing is surviving?

The cold will not stop, but neither will time. Someday you'll have to face it, cut the rope and begin to walk alone. Not because it's easier, but because it's the only way to move forward to who you truly are.