Having had defeat trying to knock down my door, I now know strength.
Q. Am I weak?
A: Absolutely not.
Q. Am I strong?
A. I have my weaknesses.
Only in our most vulnerable moments do we look for those who passed on.
(I found the following while looking through my files on the computer. I wrote it when I experienced the deepest sadness I have EVER felt; the death of my father.)
I went and looked for you today but to my despair you couldn’t be found anywhere…
only among the morning mildew did I feel you take your last breath, only in the afternoon sun did I see your shadow walking away from me. Only when the sky spread open its wings and let the last of the rain fall, did I feel your heart beating
and only when the snow covered the ground did I feel your fingers let go. And then I cried.
Strength comes from having lost a loved one; having to experience pain and sadness of any kind; in any form.
It is then that we can truly appreciate and recognize that we are capable of moving on, pushing past defeat, and remaining strong despite any major obstacles or diversions that may come our way. We strive to do our best in moments, not in life; For the pressure is far too demanding…