So comes the rain and by nightfall I shall remain as I am.
Filled not with weariness, but incapacitating sorrow.
The sun streams in through the cracks of the blinds.
I cover my eyes.
How strange it is for the sun to shine while pouring down rain.
How contradicting, as to smile when crying, or to laugh when in pain.
When will this feeling subside?
When will I feel alive?
Will I love again? will I trust again?
How I wish to be young again, when love was easy and unconditional.
I ponder, then I sleep.
And I shall remain as I am.
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What is the first thing you think of when you hear the word strength? Probably a big, muscular man lifting something heavy, or maybe someone who survived cancer? Sure, those are forms of strength, but what about the other forms? The ones we don't see, and maybe aren't so big? A young girl who struggles with depression who chooses to tell her parents instead of taking her own life. A son, who wants to help his struggling family but gets a job instead of stealing. An amputee who, instead of being ashamed of their ailment, goes through therapy to adjust. There is something so important that is involved with all of these examples of strength, and that is help. Sometimes people believe that if you ask for help, that is a sign of weakness. But recognizing when you need help and not seeking it is the real sign of weakness. You can't do everything on your own your whole life. If this were true, humans wouldn't have established ideas like teams, relationships, and even community. We are all individuals living and working together. When things get rough, we are supposed to ask for help and that’s okay! Strength comes in all shapes and sizes. Everything from the superheros we grew up loving, to the bank teller at the local Wells Fargo. To recognize one’s faults and request assistance is not a shame, but to recognize and continue on as ignorant of said faults is just the beginning of a destructive path birthed from prideful damage that will only result in the deterioration of one’s self.
By Quinn Reid6 years ago in Motivation
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