Real strength

Over the years, I joggled across many interpretations of strength. Initially, strength presented itself to me like a superhuman power. Quite impossible to reach, yet just an illusion away. Strength was intimidating, so they teach people to fake it until they make it. Dupe it until you can afford it, like Gucci shoes. 

Strength is exaggerated in a crowd. But really, it only developed a simulated meaning. Strength is not power, it is humility. Later on in life, it presented to me when I was cast away after losing people in my life, or outgrowing the same Gucci shoes, in an image that I didn't expect. 

Real strength presented itself to me in my moment of weakness. And it is there - forgiveness. That after every wrong move I made in life, there is still hope. That I am worth the redemption. 

You see, strength isn't power. It is not a goal, nor a destination. It is more like a shadow, tailing you when there is only a bit of light left to show the way, or accepting an apology from everyone who has wronged you along the way, or forgetting about the tiny little things that once blocked the way.