BEING STRONG:
I didn’t realize that being strong meant that you were expected to handle every fire and flood , without being burnt or drowned on the other side. That just because you learned to heal time and again with a renewed lease on life, meant that your tears were akin to a reptile’s. That when you built yourself up taller each time you were torn down and still showed up vibrant , somehow, it meant that you no longer required validation, adoration or appreciation.
Just because your smile shines bright , somehow your hurt is worth less and your silence is taken for serenity . That because you discovered the joy of dancing solo, you’re no longer offered a hand.
Just because you have mastered riding the waves doesn’t mean you don’t yearn for stability .
It’s often forgotten that the strongest of hearts are the softest, most tender and need to be held with great care. After all, even perfectly tempered glass can shatter.
If I knew all this when I was still weak, perhaps I wouldn’t have hoped and strived to become so “strong” . But then again, did I have a choice?