I have been frail for a big part of my life.
I have been brought to tears, again and again, by the lamest of teasing. Any mention of father issues could pierce through my armour. How predictable. And how it hurt! Every single time. I was defenceless and sad and puny. And from the bottom of the pit it is not possible to pretend there’s poetry in frailty, that there is some value in being the shy one. You can’t pretend this is right, you just can’t, because this is not pain, it is not sorrow, it is a deeper suffering than that, it is to know that you are the worst. You are everything that is opposite of good. This is not something someone told you, it is not an opinion, it is. It just is.
So, from the bottommost you know there is only one direction, there is only one thing. There is only up. This defines existence.
And to crawl your my way from that to the point you can face life on equal footing, the point where you can look in the eye of the tiger, is a long road. And along this road you must learn some tricks. And it often comes to pass that someone who fell and then learned to rise again, as he had to learn those tricks, he rises higher than other people. He’s firmer in his self-standing, because he knows he did it by himself. So i want to teach, or talk about, one of those tricks, something that helps me, something that makes me stronger. Read More »