Super Power
Happy Monday!
Don't we all want to have a super power?
One of my elementary friends once told me, "Matanda ka na nung mga bata pa tayo eh". That is true. I always felt I was an overthinker even then. I feel deeply. I ruminate on events to sap it out of its essence. I always want to make sense of what is happening around me. I want to know what is important in them and keep only that.
Not always a good thing but it is what it is.
Why?
Because I know pain.
I know my pain is not known to many. I have wounds I do not show. I own them. I treasure them. Its my secret power to bear them. I look at others and I say to myself, "they don't know how strong I actually am just to stand here smiling."
My wounds don't make me weak. They are my gifts. They made me who I am.
They make me look at myself everyday and say "Not everyone can look at themselves in the mirror, flawed physically, emotionally and spiritually and live as you do, way to go girl!"
In essence, my wounds make me like feel Clark Kent 🤓. Secretly powerful. ðŸ¤
Don't you feel like your wounds make you powerful too?
Comments
Post a Comment