Our strengths arise from someone else’s weakness. Believing we are better than some and we can outdo the others is what keeps us going. Is it because we are weak as individuals that we work as a human network bound by emotions and relationships? We see the light in situations and miss out on the shadows. It’s in the shadows that our weakness lies, where the inner child of our being is rooted; the one that craves attention, requires pampering and the constant affirmation from the everyday people in our lives that keep us sane and strong and most importantly secure. We have this self to recover from that place…the path we refuse to tread scared like a child in the darkness of the night.
Strength is a fleeting phase, this illusion we sometimes encounter or sometimes make synchronous with god. We cannot handle the weight of situations on our own.
Under the pressure of trying to be strong.. Ayn Rand makes me feel comfortable,,
"If you saw Atlas, the giant who holds the world on his shoulders, if you saw that he stood, blood running down his chest, his knees buckling, his arms trembling but still trying to hold the world aloft with the last of his strength, and the greater his effort the heavier the world bore down upon his shoulders - What would you tell him?"
"I…don't know. What…could he do? What would you tell him?"
"To shrug."
Shrug. When in doubt when the world gets too heavy and the human connection gets weak or lets you down. Don’t run. Shrug.