What do you carry when you're not supposed to?

Last week, a client handed me a wrapped parcel at the trailhead—said it was for someone up high. I didn’t ask who. Didn’t need to. The weight of it stayed with me all morning. Not the physical weight, but the silence around it. Now I keep thinking: what are we allowed to hold for others without saying why? And what happens when the thing we carry isn’t a gift, but a burden they never asked for?