I used to think,
The way to know you were strong was by never admitting that you were weak.
Then again, I saw weakness to embody a sort of insignificance.
As if weakness makes those who are stuck by it the lesser; not only is this wrong but it doesn’t make sense.
There are times when I’ve felt weaker than I ever thought was possible,
And it’s from these I find most often that I’ve gained strength.
That in my being weak,
I gained strength while remaining meek.
To boast of strength gained,
Ignoring the pain that brought it forth and discarding the weak,
Is proof only of the strength of your ego & witless speech.
I’m learning to be prepared rather than panicked,
Aware instead of anxious or agitated.
That’s not to say there has been only one day,
Where I proverbially stuck my finger in the electric socket akin to a baby.
Both an encouragement and a longing.
For every time we’ve the strength for our eyes to open see,
A new day is dawning.
It won’t necessarily be what was planned or desired,
But it sure will be new.
Why have you cried?
For if every plan we conjured in our finite minds came to pass,
We may as well never go outside and this day be our last.
For we’d live in a world of chaos,
As supposedly picture perfect it’d all be,
How utterly crass.
For the decisions I’ve made, need to make, and have yet to make;
I hold them all equally.
Some I’m not happy about or proud of,
But I know that wisdom can’t be caught with a glove.
Wisdom can’t even be taught,
How do you think there ended up being so many ridiculous and ignorant teachers?
Thank you God, for my family and friends.
You continue to tie up my sanities loose ends.