Not everything fragile breaks. Some things fragile become sacred instead.
We’ve been taught to measure strength by what resists, what endures, what never bends. But there’s another kind of strength—quieter, subtler—the kind that feels everything and keeps soft anyway. I’ve known tenderness that withstood storms more brutal than rage.
I’ve watched gentleness survive where hardness would have shattered. Some hearts aren’t whole because they were never hurt.
They’re whole because they were honest—and healing never asked them to be anything else. So if you’re holding something delicate—grief, hope, trust—don’t be ashamed of its shape.
It’s not weakness - It’s a sacred resilience - And that's more than enough
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This is a factor in why polarity (good/bad, right/wrong, positive/negative thinking) is all subjective.
Far too many think in terms of duality. Strength and weakness are subjective. What is hard or soft is as well subjective, therefore relative to the individual.
Is it wrong for a lion to kill to survive? Or is it wrong for a herd animal to eat plants?
Both other plants and animals suffer. Yet is it wrong to over eat? Is it wrong to not consume?
Something will always suffer on the extremes.
So you bend?
Therefore you are easily consumed, like a blade of grass.
