Be strong, little marshmallow

So I’ve been thinking about types of strength recently. I’ve come up with 2 kinds of people…

The first kind of people are those with brute strength. power and force. these are the kind of people who have cajones and they’re going to use them. show them a challenge or a test of will, and they’ll bust right through it, head on and without a second thought. even in the meekest and most timid part of their soul, they somehow find a way to keep going, to get what they want no matter what the price and sacrifice. they tell you how it is, even when they’re not sure. they “fake it till they make it” and when they do make it, they keep going because its still not enough. all the strength doesn’t mean they’re not afraid- it just means they face it or push it aside because they have bigger and better things to get to. they’re the people others come to when then need encouragement and are amazing at lighting fires under people to motivate their decisions.

The second kind of people are the people full of quiet strength. these are the people who never seem to take a leap or push and shove their way through a problem. they are solid, stable…they rarely make decisions on the fly, but carefully consider the ramifications of their actions and draw on their inner reserves to get through tough times. they’re the kind of people others are drawn to, that inexplicably lend comfort and a shoulder to cry on when life gets hard. they don’t get shaken too often, and don’t mind being a pillar for others to lean on. they tend to be underestimated and considered timid and weak because they don’t explicitly show their strength. usually that doesn’t bother the quietly strong, because in times of trouble they know their strength will be valued and relied upon.

i think most of us have a little bit of both of these kinds of strength inside. i used to lean more towards brute force, no fear, balls to the wall. in fact, there are still people in my life who think i’m still like that. i had no fear- it was all or nothing and i was getting it all. but as i’ve grown up, i’ve realized that was never me in the first place. i play a good game, but i don’t have it in me to be a force to be reckoned with. i’m jealous of the people who do, but more and more often i find myself being that pillar of quiet strength. and it is frustrating sometimes because i am often underestimated. i can handle a lot more than i’m often given credit for, and take a lot to break. i take a long time to make decisions and i probably will never move quickly in my life. but i will always be solid ground. i will always be ready to listen, be strong, help with decisions and listen to fears. i am quiet, but i am strong. 

“If it takes my whole life, I won’t break, I won’t bend
It will all be worth it, worth it in the end”