Strength

Breathe.... Breathe....

And so we as humans consider ourselves, and measure ourselves of strength. Our character is imbued with this, seemingly rare and precious commodity, and yet some are vacuums for it, and I believe they are called the weak.
The strong was at one time supposed to fight for, and protect the weak, though now it seems, as the sands of the hourglass fall beneath the rest, that the weak have become useless and vile, and irritating. We no longer protect them… it would seem that the culture we now endorse is happier taking things from them.. to embolden themselves in such ways that matter little, but to a corporeal mind.
and so the thoughts of us as humans unfold right in front of me… and what we believe strength to be… never leaving room for its purity and its truth… just craving more and more of it. So on this note I ask… what is strength?
Strength the way I understand are best given by example, as such I shall do so here:
Strength lies in the woman in which that has nothing, but gives everything to the child she willingly chose to create, for no other reason than so that child can have the best life, and the option of choice in things that can not be seen from the position of the mother.
Strength is being persecuted for your beliefs, upon every encounter, because they are different than all the rest, and standing with shoulders back, and head held high and gentle, as the heart simply does not waiver.
Strong is the warrior who is challenged by the fool, and chooses a truth over battle.
Strength is a man fighting for his life and his family at his home because the threat of their death bring s him to his knees in misery.
Strong is the man who’s code of honor rises above every law man has… Honor is noble, if driven by the heart.
Strength is the one who gives up the ways of hate for their spouse and children, and swallows pride, because they accurately understand the wretchedness of a new life growing within the darkness.


Strength is the candle within the darkness… ever beating back the shadows so the children of men can see truth within their blindness.
Strength is the wave crashing upon a rocky coast… and never giving up, because the sea itself wants that land back… and one day.. she shall have it.
Strength exists within us… and we get to learn to bring it out of us.. ounce by ounce. As we do we stand taller, more confident, and truer to what we actually are. It is the Grandest adventure in life… our search for the true depth of our being… so I say… what better place than here, and what better time than now?