Strength doesn't mean Brutality

There's this notion in existence that equates strength to brutality and I just completely disagree with that with every fibre of my being. Allow me to explain.

Brutality- savagery- cruelty- they're never marks of strength. They'll never be marks of strength. To be so emotionally frail that the only way you can exert dominance over another person is through physical combat is not strength- it's weakness. Strength isn't clenched fists or bloody teeth. Strength isn't bruised knuckles or broken bones. True strength is gentle like a slow breeze instead of the howling wind people perceive it to be. True strength is more of a whisper than a shout.

Strength is allowing yourself to understand a situation and handle it in a rational manner without resorting to any sort of violence. Strength is hearing out every single perspective on the issue while at the same time not viewing yourself in a lesser light or thinking that your side of it is inferior to the others. No. Don't do that. Don't diminish yourself. But at the same time, don't let yourself be too narcissistic that you think you're the only one who's in the right completely. Remember, this world isn't black and white. There's no precise right or wrong. Accept the fact that someone has let you down. Understand and apologize when you've let someone down. And no, it isn't weak to say sorry. It isn't weak to walk away from people who disrespect you and want to cause a fight over it. You're not a coward for doing that. It'll only make you stronger.

You don't have to sprint your way through life. You don't have to heave and gasp to get to your goal. You can walk. You can save your breath and watch your feet as you move. Because strength is endurance. Strength is not giving up and seeing it all the way through to the end, no matter how hard the process of it might be. Strength doesn't lie in trying to tear the ocean apart as the waves drown you. Strength lies in retaining your composure and focusing on getting to the surface without wasting your breaths on unnecessary dramas. You don't have to run faster or soar higher than others do. Resilience is all that strength is about.

So be resilient. Be gentle. Be rational. Be strong.

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