Strong people do not look for someone to depend on, they prepare and build what they need to depend on in advance.
When strong people feel lost, their sense of stability is restored by engaging the distant edges of their boundaries. That is where strong people find comfort.
Most people would agree that their own ideas of comfort are not related to exploring their own boundaries. However, strong people allow their instinct of exploration to flow into the realm of comfort. It is there that they find remnants of themselves that otherwise would have been left undiscovered and hidden from the world.
Strong people are lonely because they often challenge their concepts of comfort around those who do not.
And so begins the journey of the strong.
Strong people decide on the type of journey they embark on before they leave their nest. They take just as much mental inventory as they do physical inventory. Every comfort they currently have is the way they measure the requirements of that journey.
Most of the weight a strong person carries is in their hearts, rather than their hands.
To strong people, home is that weight.
It's easy to imagine why the emptiness of a room is felt when a strong person exits that place. They carried home into your front door, placed home gently onto your shelves, sent home up in the air with laughter, held home with you in between their arms, and shuffled home out the door as it closed behind them.
Strong people do not encounter others with the mindset that one day they will have to depart, it is likely they would disagree that "this will be the last time".
Strong people know that "now" is always the last time, the first time, the next time, the right time, it is all a convenience of imagination.
Fear for a strong person is having to wrestle home away from those who would overstay their welcome.
Anxiety for a strong person is having to decide between progression and communion, between advancement and contemplation. They already know the decision they are going to make, but in the face of an enforcer, home becomes a battlefield.
Strong people are not strangers to war; they remember every detail of their own internal siege. They recall every missile in the form of self-deceit, every grenade blast of denial, the deafening rattle of the rifles that laid their life to rest with the hopes of a brighter tomorrow and colored the skies with agony and grief...
They have not forgotten.
Where strong people go when all the lands are finally at peace, is where they always would have gone: to the edges of their boundaries, with home in their hearts, and to the horizons with hope of a brighter tomorrow.
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