We never know how strong we are until strong is the only choice we have...
I am sitting here shaking as I type this and praying that the tears don't come, but yesterday the world lost a remarkable man. To those of us who knew him and followed his fight against cancer, he was and inspiration. Even when the cards were stacked against him he never lost hope. He was a living symbol of strength. He fought his battle with grace and humor when most of us would drown in self-pity. His wife summed it up when she said that her superman had finally flown home. So this post tonight is dedicated to him. May those who knew him carry on his inspiration, and learn from the immense strength he showed to the world...
Strength is something that is gained from experience. Something earned when you have hit rock bottom and proceed to claw your way back up bloody hands and all. It is the courage to fight for what you want even when it seems like you are doomed to fail. It is the ability to love when your heart has been broken time and again. Strength is the ability to hold you head high when it feels like there is a ten pound weight pulling it back down. It is your ability to trust again even when so many have failed you.
We have all been to this point in our lives, and some of us have seen it more than others. God knows that I certainly have. Sometimes I ask myself why I do this. Why do I constantly put myself in situations that test not only my sanity but my own personal strength? The answer is quite simple... I choose to live. For so long I tried to play it safe, floating through life like I was enjoying a lazy river at the nearest water park. It was nice and cozy in my little bubble world but incredibly boring. So this past New Years I made the vow that I would put myself to the test, step out of my shell, and take more chances. I can't say that it has been a total success. I am human and quite flawed. I have many years of fears and insecurities piled on my back. I have made mistakes and hurt people in my quest to test my inner strength. You see that is the thing about fear and insecurity... it can bring out the worse in us. Yet, here I am picking myself up again. Part of me wants to run for the hills and scream that’s it I AM DONE. Just refuse to take any more chances, and go back in my shell. Yet, last night as I sat and mourned my friend I also drew strength from him and recent things that had been going on in my life. I made a promise to myself that I would continue to push on even if it broke me, because I am not a quitter. I AM A FIGHTER!
So next time when it seems as if the world has collapsed down around you. That you can't seem to get the motivation to get out of bed. When you swear that you will never give your love or trust away again please look towards the heavens and ask for the strength. Superman is among the clouds and he is smiling down on you.
R.I.P. my friend
I am sitting here shaking as I type this and praying that the tears don't come, but yesterday the world lost a remarkable man. To those of us who knew him and followed his fight against cancer, he was and inspiration. Even when the cards were stacked against him he never lost hope. He was a living symbol of strength. He fought his battle with grace and humor when most of us would drown in self-pity. His wife summed it up when she said that her superman had finally flown home. So this post tonight is dedicated to him. May those who knew him carry on his inspiration, and learn from the immense strength he showed to the world...
Strength is something that is gained from experience. Something earned when you have hit rock bottom and proceed to claw your way back up bloody hands and all. It is the courage to fight for what you want even when it seems like you are doomed to fail. It is the ability to love when your heart has been broken time and again. Strength is the ability to hold you head high when it feels like there is a ten pound weight pulling it back down. It is your ability to trust again even when so many have failed you.
We have all been to this point in our lives, and some of us have seen it more than others. God knows that I certainly have. Sometimes I ask myself why I do this. Why do I constantly put myself in situations that test not only my sanity but my own personal strength? The answer is quite simple... I choose to live. For so long I tried to play it safe, floating through life like I was enjoying a lazy river at the nearest water park. It was nice and cozy in my little bubble world but incredibly boring. So this past New Years I made the vow that I would put myself to the test, step out of my shell, and take more chances. I can't say that it has been a total success. I am human and quite flawed. I have many years of fears and insecurities piled on my back. I have made mistakes and hurt people in my quest to test my inner strength. You see that is the thing about fear and insecurity... it can bring out the worse in us. Yet, here I am picking myself up again. Part of me wants to run for the hills and scream that’s it I AM DONE. Just refuse to take any more chances, and go back in my shell. Yet, last night as I sat and mourned my friend I also drew strength from him and recent things that had been going on in my life. I made a promise to myself that I would continue to push on even if it broke me, because I am not a quitter. I AM A FIGHTER!
So next time when it seems as if the world has collapsed down around you. That you can't seem to get the motivation to get out of bed. When you swear that you will never give your love or trust away again please look towards the heavens and ask for the strength. Superman is among the clouds and he is smiling down on you.
R.I.P. my friend
I am sorry for your loss. It seems not only did you explain strength but you found your "voice". What you wrote was.from your heart and it was clear and eloquent. Many write but never find that place that lets their "voice" be heard.
ReplyDeleteSoooo sorry for your loss. Continue to search and fight on my friend. We are all stronger than we think we are. ♥
ReplyDeleteDeath is simply a shedding of the physical body, like the butterfly coming out of a cocoon. It is a transition into a higher state of consciousness, where you continue to perceive, to understand, to laugh, to be able to grow, and the only thing you lose is something you don't need anymore . . . your physical body. It's like putting away your winter coat when spring comes. ELISABETH KÜBLER-ROSS