Being strong is not something that is always clear to me. It is something that I learned along the way, in moments where I had no other option.
I remember when everything seemed to fall apart. The expectations I had for life were not met, and the people I trusted the most disappointed me. It was there that I understood that I couldn't depend on others to feel complete or safe. I learned that true strength is born when you face loneliness, and instead of feeling weak, you decide to turn that loneliness into your ally.
Life taught me that pain is not an enemy. He taught me that crying does not make you less strong. On the contrary, it gives you the ability to feel deeply and heal. In every tear lies a lesson, a reminder that, after the storm, calm always comes.
Being strong is not about keeping quiet about what hurts you. It is about speaking firmly about your fears and accepting them. It's not about pretending that everything is fine. It's about accepting that there are bad days, but not letting those days define you.
I have learned that it is not about not falling, but about how you get up. And you don't always do it immediately. Sometimes, it takes time, but the important thing is not to stay on the ground. I have fallen many times, and I have stumbled over my own mistakes and the difficulties that life has put in front of me, but each time, I have gotten up more confident in who I am.
Being strong is understanding that self-love is the basis of everything. You can't expect others to fill the gaps that only you can fill. I learned to be my best friend, to be kind to myself on my worst days, and to celebrate every little achievement because it's those moments that remind me how much I've grown.
What taught me to be strong was life itself, with all its imperfections and challenges. Although I still have a lot to learn, I know that as long as I maintain that inner strength, I can handle anything that comes
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