the strength that no one applauds
most of the time, i consider myself as weak. i grew up with a weak body and most definitely with a weak mind.
giving up has always been my best option in every single thing i do. i’m in a tight spot? i give up. i have nowhere to go? i give up. i have no one to hold on to? i give up. it’s like every other option i could come up with is useless aside from giving up.
i envy people who are strong. strong enough to fight and continue to live despite all the bullshits they are going through. i applaud them for that.
but despite my weakness, i stayed. i was resilient. i was patient. “this shall pass.” i used to tell myself whenever i am on the verge of giving up. and for a second, i considered myself brave. strong. i am a fighter. am i really or am i just convincing myself because i know i am weak.
i stayed. that’s what matters most. i tell myself that all the time. even when no one notices it, at least i have. i am strong. and i do not need anyone to applaud me for that.
















