Today, I was confronted with strength. Not the physical kind of strength which enables you to pull a car or carry tons of bricks, but that emotional, spiritual, kind that seems even more difficult to achieve.
I mistook callousness for strength, and emotionality for weakness. Being emotional couldn't go along with being proud, independent and self-confident. How could a reasonable woman cry - without loosing every form of dignity?
But pretending that nothing and noone is able to hurt you is not the same as being intact. In fact, it is even more grievous to think that you are not allowed to feel something.
Even the worst feeling is better than to feel nothing at all. And strength doesn't follow from keeping your heart completely shut. It results from being able to endure your own feelings.
You CAN feel weak, desperate or lonely. But you also can - and MUST - be willing to overcome those sentiments. Unhappiness is not the intrinsic problem, denial is.
Strength isn't how you react or feel about certain incidents.
It is rather how you continue afterwards.
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