I am thinking tonight of how much strength it takes to be in this world. It doesn't matter how old you are, or how young you are, the world will eventually ask you for more than you think you have the strength, or the courage, or even the love to give, but don't be fooled. You have it.
Deep inside of you is a pool that is so beautiful and so unique and so full. It shines in your eyes. I can see it there when I look. It comes through your words. I hear it there when I listen and read. It is in the way you walk through life and the way you face death, both others and your own.
I have a friend who says that crying is a signal of strength and I hope he is right, because sometimes all I have are my tears.
They take me through the awe and the terror, the pain and the passion and those are not just alliterative words that sound good here. They are simple truths.
Tonight I cry because I can't be strong enough to do all those things I want to do, because I have been given so many blessings, because I am so weak and sometimes feel so powerless and because I feel so much love that sometimes it just hurts.
Strength is almost never an option. It always seems to be a demand, no matter what comes up; and I will deal with it in the best way I know how. There really isn't anything else I can do.
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