Sometimes you think of yourself as a person with a heart of steel. You consciously and
unconsciously deny the fact that you were born as a human being. You overlook the mess
of emotions taking a seat inside your heart. And shut the door in the face of everyone
and everything that dares to crash down on your inner weaknesses, that you try to bury
every time they try to show up. The weaknesses that distinguish us humans from non-
humans, inanimate objects around us.
Those emotions that we so much hate, yet from this hate they erupt. No difference from a volcano or a flood that takes down everything without knocking on a door or ringing a bell. I do question my definition of being strong sometimes. Originally, to be strong is to be brave with your fears, with your tears, and voice your words for all entities around us to hear. Despite that, hiding is what we do. We hide, and hide, and hide, and hide.
Some of us don’t mind playing this game till they’re gone with nothing known but their names. Acting strong eventually won’t bring you any good, you know why? Cause you will lose the chance on “How” and “When” to act weak.
But be aware that when that day comes you will burst out those explosive emotions of yours in a place and time that isn’t good. When that moment arrives at your door, the one you’ve always been shutting remember? It will force its way inside out and take off the veil you hid your emotions with. Make you feel as if your emotions are naked despite having your clothes on. Lesson taken from this? Learn how to act like a human more that’s how God created you, after all, to be a human who is willing to learn how to be honest with their feels.
