Does It Pay To Be Strong
I see hope as a rare plane of sheen that wears over time from mistrust and abandonment. Maybe each layer becomes roughed up with pride and strength to withstand socioemotional distractions. It’s a disenchanting process to withdraw yourself from reach this way. I think it makes you readied to sever a bond, a laugh in the backseat of a car, a pinky-promise behind a dumpster wall when necessary. This kind of strong becomes a new solution to resist the possibility of failure (insert your fears here). And failure is always a good enough reason to make the people and experiences around you dispensable.
It’s true, the resilient and brutal scarcely have the strength to hope. It’s brought me to a secure and busy place in my life at the price of bitter detachment. Should my expectations rise so that no person could fill them, not even myself, I would become distant and elusive from everything. Maybe even ephemeral and disconnected to this world and I would find some peace in it. It was two years ago in some run-down bar, three hours south of Seoul. The old man said, It’s just too difficult to love a strong woman, and even more difficult to see if it’s worth it. And if you could see his eyes wringing with loss and his age creasing dark brackets around his mouth. You would believe him too.
There's more than one kind of strength out in this world. In addition to resisting failure, there is the strength to accept whatever failures come and letting them flow away as naturally as the streams from away from the mountaintop. Long ago I abandoned all hope, for to hope for something to happen is to give it equal opportunity to fail. In it's stead I instilled the power of certainty. I'm certain that whatever happens I will live my life the best I can and push my limits as far as they can go, then push them even farther. There is room for strength in love, but for that to grow the strength to allow any weaknesses to fall away must also coexist, or else those weaknesses will be granted the strength to control the direction your life will take.
Beautifully written. The last image is haunting. Resilient and brutal need not go hand in hand. True resilience is being able to take what life throws at you and laughing about it all the while. It's knowing that the good experiences and the awful experiences are all wonderful, if you look at them right. Resilience without hope or joy is an inevitably destroyed brittleness.As for the difficulty of worthy love…I don't know about you, but who wants easy? You have to fight for the best things in life. And would you have it any other way?
<3 the last part blondie
All the women I have ever loved have been strong women. And it has always been worth it.
I will not say much, for the previous comments are all insightful enough to give me more to think on, before I indulge in further exploration of your (Angela's) themes. I am moved, to say the least.m poet
poignant pain. I want to read more. And will.