You carry me since the first time you met me,
but I am not heavy on your shoulder,
and not carried on the back by thee,
but can still be more burden than a boulder,
when you try to catch me I flee,
and when you run from me I hunt you,
everywhere I follow thee,
but sometimes look for me you do,
I can cause laughter and I can cause a tear,
I bring joy and fear and sorrow,
eveytime and everywhere,
I'm a thing you can not borrow,
but nothing lasts for ever and one day,
I will not be by thee,
I will go my own way,
and noone will ever find me,
what am I?
The answer to this riddle is a memory. Everyone carries memories, and they can be a very big burden, especially if they're bad memories. When you try to remember something, a lot of times it "runs" from you, and when you try to escape a bad memory, it always comes back to haunt you. Memories can cause laughter or fear, or despair, or sorrow. And soon, when you die, the memories you have had will fade and never be found again. [img]smilies/cool.gif[/img]
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"'Hold it up!' said Gandalf. 'And look closely.'
As Frodo did so, he now saw fine lines, finer than the finest pen-strokes, running along the ring, outside and inside: lines of fire that seemed to form the letters of a flowing script. They shone piercingly bright, and yet remote, as if out of a great depth.
'I cannot read the fiery letters,' said Frodo in a quavering voice.
'No,' said Gandalf, 'but I can. The letters are Elvish, of an ancient mode, but the language is that of Mordor, which I will not utter here. But this in the Common Tongue is what is said, close enough:
One Ring to Bring them all and in the darkness bind them.'"
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