Strength does not come from physical capacity. It comes from an indomitable will. ~Mahatma Gandhi
We forget how strong we are until we are called to remember. We become as courageous and resilient as we need to be. Ever think you couldn’t bear the pain (physical or emotional) of some event only to find out you could?
Those we expect to crush beneath the confines of life often are those who seem to fair the best. What is it exactly that we deem weak? Is it a physical characteristic we find flawed or broken? Is it a show of emotion or a quiet forbearance? Perhaps we should never expect anything, but just be.
I do not think those who suffer in silence build the strongest defenses nor do I think those who share their burdens weather any better. Some draw on inner strength while others look for outside support. I think we are each equipped with what we need and our personalities determine the path we seek.
The absence of love whether through death or separation demands us to face the question of how we can go on. Though the space of another might not ever be completely filled, the closing of other spaces give us hope, and sometimes new direction.
Fissures of our souls are scars we carry deep within. It’s an inner beauty we must carry like badges of honor. It is a beauty of tender mercy to appreciate life’s lessons. It is only in the darkness we begin to see the light… and oh, how beautiful is this life of ours…
Do you know of anyone who has suffered a recent loss, heartbreak, or disappointment? Did you reach out with a hug, card, or words or encouragement? It might be exactly what they need.
Have you been though recent trials? Did you find you are stronger than you ever imaged? What gave you the courage to pick yourself up and keep on? Sharing your story might give someone the inspiration they need.