We often think strength is associated only to the brave, the courageous, the undefeated. We forget that choosing to walk away from a loved one requires strength. Grieving for a loss is strength in itself. Overcoming an illness or disability is strength. Strength is opening up about your abusive childhood years to another. We tend to overlook the daily struggles the person next to us faces and look miles away. We idolize big names and international faces. Call them heroes and look up to them.

Are we missing out on something significant and apparent? I think so.

We trivialize the struggles people we know face and always make a mountain out of our own hurdles. We grow up answering questions and handling issues with black and white answers. And when someone’s answer doesn’t align with our categories, we classify them as wrong, rubbish and warped logic. We overlook that some issues can have a grey area. Some issues have to stand the test against time and will iron themselves out when enough time passes.

We can do better. You and me both.


Walking away.

She faded into oblivion knowing he would choose the other. So, she decided to walk away even before he actually spoke his mind, if at all. He was used to being indecisive. In anything and everything that required decision making, he was used to conveniently putting the burden on another and getting the easy way out. This matter was no different.

Despite the fact that there used to be a time, he was the anchor of the relationship holding them down. He kept fighting for them to be together despite the odds. On some nights it weighed him down heavier than the others. Yet when morning came, he was back to being the fighter he was.

But now, all she holds within her are the figments of their distant past. The boy she fell in love with was no longer to be found; or was he just hidden beneath the exterior he shows right now. She walked away wondering.