The weight is life. You get under the bar (burden) with hesitation and fear. It is scary to place it upon your shoulders and step away from the rack (haters) that hold it. Once you squat down, you must control, stop and stand up with the weight (stress) on your back. You reach bottom but knowing you cannot stay there. You either dump the bar, fall, or stand back up. The pain is immense as you push the floor away and rise from the hole that the bar, weight (haters) have placed on you. But the beautiful thing is, the closer you get to the top, that heavy weight which was once about to crush you, gets lighter. At the top you are winded, but there is a smile on your face. You did it and place the weight back on the rack from where you received it earlier with fear.