(no subject)
Incapability suffocates me. So much that I wanted to evolve these liabilities into capabilities, but I have recently realised the limitations of being a human being. The resignation of it is an undesirable process, but the understanding that nothing is wrong in not being that strong has the capacity of begetting a life of more content.
However it does not attest the reason to not be (strong).
The fundamental truth of life is that people need people. Bad or good, it enables the drawing of lessons, the joy of emotions and the solidifying of character and soul. Yet it does not promise wealth, fulfilment or stability. It is a paradoxical predicament that causes one to stumble, fall and fade away assuming that one gives in to the travails life, for certain, brings about.
Lo! The incorrigible fool who reckons he has the grip of the world, the world would watch him crumble at its feet. It is mortifying to think that that could be me.
Behind strength there are people who are your exposition, I have found mine.