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Tuesday, 14 February 2017

Hidden Strength

What is a Strong person? How do you define that characteristic? Is it physical stature? Is it resilience? Is it that 'stiff-upper-lip' I've heard so much about? Or is it something more? Today I'm going to explore what I think makes a person strong and try to explain why I believe there are different forms of strength.

I am a very proud person by nature. It is not that I feel like I have accomplished a great deal in my short time on earth, but more the way I have dealt with things. Throughout our lives we come up against challenges. Whether its losing friends, the death of a loved one or a tough day is irrelevant. Regardless of the context, it happens to us all. I take pride in independence, even to my own detriment. I have always tried to solve my own problems, particularly if I created them. Whilst I have not always been successful, I have always had that behind me. Every time I have failed I have taken solace in that at least I tried. I've failed a lot. However, a failure in my eyes is not always a failure to someone else. Pride has kept me going through a lot of things. When it came to university it was Pride that got me through my second year, along with an distinct interest in my topic. By the third year I'd lost my drive. I no longer felt that I needed to prove anything to myself or anyone else. I lost interest and eventually dropped out with a Diploma for my efforts. Maybe not the wisest of my decisions, but I wouldn't trade that time for the world.



Indeed my pride has forced me through a lot of things. I've done stupid things that hurt simply because I felt had to. Pride is not always a sign of strength. Whilst I will say that my pride has helped me to do things I wouldn't have done otherwise, my unwillingness to accept help has proven to not be a useful life tool. It has taken a long time for me to get to where I am now. It might not be the best of places and my pride may have taken a hit or two, but I feel I have become stronger. I still hate to ask for help, but I have learnt to accept that I can't do everything on my own. In truth I don't really want to. That is what I believe strength is. Not forcing yourself through the pain, but learning to recognize your own shortcomings.




To look at yourself and accept your flaws is a sign of strength. To go against your nature in order to live your life to the fullest is as well. In the short time I've been doing this blog I've spoken with many people and read many stories. Whether it be prejudice, anxiety, depression they have all kept going. I see strength in these people, but I understand it is not always easy to see it in ourselves. As a point I have this to say.
To the people who cry when they are hurt, well done. You express something that I find very difficult. To the people that ask for help when they are stuck, I salute you. Going against my stubborn nature is incredibly difficult.
To the people that support others even when they hurt, you are brilliant. I know that at times it is hard to watch other suffer but I commend you.
To everyone that has ever struggled with anything I congratulate you. Not for succeeding but for carrying on. It is the small acts that individuals do not notice that show their strength. The things you do without thinking, showing courage.

I would ask those that read this to share their own stories of strength. Perhaps you have a friend or colleague that works under immense pressure? Maybe you can identify a key aspect of someones personality that you struggle to show yourself? Please share you stories below or feel free to e-mail me from the Contacts page.

Until next time,
A Jackals Voice