A Thought...
For a bit now, I've been looking for strength. I've sought it in the arms of the friends around me, leaned on their shoulders, bent their ears. I've wondered whether I'd ever find it, if I'd ever feel less weak.
I wonder though, if it isn't too close to my face for me to see it clearly. Perhaps the real strength comes either from realizing I needed to seek, in trusting those dearest not to drop me, or in reaching a point in my life where I was able to make the request at all.
I don't know what makes a person strong or weak, what causes them to grow or to regress, what leads them to find happiness or to retreat into darker times. I don't claim to have such knowledge, in fact, I adamantly deny having anything remotely resembling an answer to these open-ended questions. However, I must admit that there is something wonderful about the juxtaposition between the weight of the world bearing down and the brawn of loved ones bridging the distance between what is and what will be.
I wonder though, if it isn't too close to my face for me to see it clearly. Perhaps the real strength comes either from realizing I needed to seek, in trusting those dearest not to drop me, or in reaching a point in my life where I was able to make the request at all.
I don't know what makes a person strong or weak, what causes them to grow or to regress, what leads them to find happiness or to retreat into darker times. I don't claim to have such knowledge, in fact, I adamantly deny having anything remotely resembling an answer to these open-ended questions. However, I must admit that there is something wonderful about the juxtaposition between the weight of the world bearing down and the brawn of loved ones bridging the distance between what is and what will be.