Strength is an art
And life goes on. . . . . .and this isn't a way of escaping from unresolved problems. It's a way of gaining back strength, it's a way of responding to that wake-up call that there are other aspects of my life that I can still control and can still bring cheers to my soul. A cheerful disposition amidst great emotional struggles isn't pretention, it's unraveling the strength that one possesses. Holding on to happy moments isn't pushing the truth away, it is a way of coping with truth that at times, is almost too painful to bear. It's sad when people assume that "facing problems" already equates to dealing with them constantly. Problems weren't really meant to be dealt with all the time, especially when it is almost impossible to change the course of things. During such times, the response should translate to acceptance - an acceptance of these problems as a form of painful reality. This acceptance is an acknowledgement that the fairy-tale-like life is over, that the bunso-bearing-nothing-heavy stage is over, that it's time for the bunso to go through all of this seemingly alone. There are a lot of things that you cannot simply mend completely. During such instances, it is important to be satisfied with even the mere band-aid solutions. No matter how small such solutions may seem, they provide relief and uplift the spirit. That is, if you consider them solutions to begin with.
They say that we should not ask for the load to be lightened, but we should strive to be stronger. But, how much do you have to carry to prove that you are strong, anyway? I guess "how much you carry" is always a choice. It's about being able to draw the line between things you simply push to the chamber of painful acceptance or things you choose to respond to. And when it comes to the emotions, urgency doesn't have to be a value especially when it's difficult to give forgiveness when remorse was seemingly insufficient or when it is difficult to express empathy or understanding. It is difficult to reverse the course when things or people fall apart, but falling apart yourself is always a choice. Strength is an art. It can come in the remarkable fusion of the ability to accept difficult realities and the ability to illuminate the other, more beautiful aspects of life. It is not viewing such other aspects as escape routes, but opportunities to be grateful and to rekindle happiness.
As my friend told me in the text message that I saw first thing this morning: Life is tough, but you can be tougher. Thanks Portia, that really made my day. =)
They say that we should not ask for the load to be lightened, but we should strive to be stronger. But, how much do you have to carry to prove that you are strong, anyway? I guess "how much you carry" is always a choice. It's about being able to draw the line between things you simply push to the chamber of painful acceptance or things you choose to respond to. And when it comes to the emotions, urgency doesn't have to be a value especially when it's difficult to give forgiveness when remorse was seemingly insufficient or when it is difficult to express empathy or understanding. It is difficult to reverse the course when things or people fall apart, but falling apart yourself is always a choice. Strength is an art. It can come in the remarkable fusion of the ability to accept difficult realities and the ability to illuminate the other, more beautiful aspects of life. It is not viewing such other aspects as escape routes, but opportunities to be grateful and to rekindle happiness.
As my friend told me in the text message that I saw first thing this morning: Life is tough, but you can be tougher. Thanks Portia, that really made my day. =)