STRENGTH... Is it real? Is it natural?

Somewhere between being strong and totally breaking down. But then again, what is strength anyway? Is it not society’s way of saying get over it, it’s okay when it’s not okay and the famous “that’s life”? She’s strong because her child passed away but she’s smiling again, who she thought was the love of her life left but she looks okay, she leads stubborn people but the company is doing well… She’s strong… Do people who don’t face obstacles, people who don’t ever go through things outside of the ordinary hold the title of being strong?

STRENGTH... Is it real? Is it natural?

We live in a society where people are not in tune with themselves. In a place where what is happening on the inside is nowhere close to what is showing on the outside. It’s fake, it’s feeble, it can’t last. How is it possible that we’ve started lying to ourselves in the name of upholding an imagine expected from us by society, an image of strength? How is it possible that we’ve sacrificed ourselves just so we can fit perfectly in a world that is so imperfect? The irony though…

All I’m saying is sometimes it’s okay to breakdown, it’s okay to feel what you really are feeling and not suppress it with “strength”. Give yourself an opportunity to hear what your mind, body, soul and spirit is trying to tell you.  Maybe you’re going too fast, maybe it’s not for you, maybe you just need to switch lanes. And it can’t happen automatically, or maybe it can, point is take your time, it’s a process, a process in which you are allowed to totally breakdown before you can get over it or should I say be “strong” because it was never meant to prove you’re weak anyway.