Strength
its odd to me that people will tell me I’m strong, I’m a good person. why do they say that? they’ve seen me at my lowest, they know my weaknesses, and how abundant they are in number. they see me cringe at the slightest touch. so how do they perceive me as strong? they don’t see how much stronger they are. they are the ones who encourage me to Keep Moving Forward; to find my own happiness within myself. that’s strength; the ability to carry the burdens of others while dragging your own. i admire that type of strength. and i will find it, someday. there are tons of amazing people in this world, yet all we hear about are the terrible decisions some people make. everyone makes mistakes, no one is perfect. its part of being human, its part of us. imperfection is perfect, its our flaws that make us who we are. sometimes what we think our flaws of our own, are gifts to others. our flaws provide strength for others. at least thats how i see it.
