Strength is an interesting thing. It isn’t found in everyone. It resides inside only a select few people in this world and allows them to do great and extraordinary things.
I am not talking about physical strength. No that, we can obtain easily; a little hard work, a little blood, sweat, and tears, and voilà you are a physical specimen illuminating strength from your washboard abs to that ass that can bounce quarters. This is not the kind of strength to which I am referring.
No, the kind of strength that I am talking about is much more rare, and it is one in which I and so many people out there are searching for everday, searching for within ourselves in hopes of finding even a small sliver. It is the quality, the gift, that allows one person to overcome all odds; their class, education, religion, family, financial status, heritage, even physical disadvantages. But most importantly, it is the strength that allows one to overcome themselves, their fears and doubts, and that little voice in their head telling them they’re not good enough. Many people lack this quality. They fall in line, into the status-quo, accepting the life before them, and never asking or searching for more. They settle, they live and they die, maybe content, maybe not.
I will never stop searching. I will never stop wandering this world or delving deep into my soul until I have found that strength or died trying.