Strength is often thought to be categorised as muscular or physical ability of a person, rarely is it appreciated for the strength of someone’s heart and mind.
It should come of no shock to know it hasn’t always been the easiest for my family and I, 1 step forward 2 steps back. Whether it’s been due to illness, passing of loved ones or trouble makers, there always seems to be another obstacle in the way just after passing the last. I think it takes a certain strength to deal with the hand we were given and to every single time come out stronger.
I don’t think everyone is strong, I wish everyone could be but I think it takes a certain type of person to be given hell and then proceed to come out stronger than ever before. We often find ourselves in a place we would rather not be in, like many do, but many a time we see people spiralling down rather than climbing up.
Strength is being given hell and rising above it. Strength is fighting a war you’ve already lost and carrying on. Strength is knowing what suffering, pain, anger and heart ache feels like, and learning to over come each obstacle no matter how tricky. Terrible things happen to good people, people that don’t deserve the golden platter of doom, served with a side of extra doom and a splash of more doom. Terrible things that make us want to cry, punch, kick, scream. Obstacles that project the illusion of drowning in our own emotions, continuous waves. Things that make us want to give up.
However, strength is not about being seen to be okay, to not look broken or as if you’re struggling. Strength is about crying, screaming, being angry at the world and giving it the middle finger. Strength is about allowing yourself to be weak, and then picking yourself back up and carrying on. Telling yourself you’re good enough, tough enough, strong enough and worthy of every damn fight it takes to be happy. No matter what.
I know that determination and strength doesn’t appear over night, and it doesn’t come in swings and roundabouts. I know that the strength I carry, the strength my family carry, is worked for every single second of the day with the scars and bruises to show for it. No matter how many setbacks, no matter how many times I fall, we fall, we will set our goals and reach for them with all our might.
Not everything is easy, it never will be and I know that, I’m sure you do to. So when I’m reaching for my goals, when my mum, dad, brother and I are trying to push through the tough times, I remember that there is beauty and always will be in the many imperfections and perfections of life.