Born stubborn

 I don't think I am inherently strong, maybe I was born stubborn, a stubborn soul enough to believe that she can write her own story, that she can control the uncontrollable.

I built this personality brick after brick, it took years, it still takes, and it might take forever to maintain. It took heartbreaks, so many, on many levels, and the smaller the pieces of my broken heart, the more bricks there were for such a soul to build the personality she embodies today.

She is strong, but not an invulnerable strength. She is strong, but not fragile strength. She took her time. She made sure that the good in her beats the darkness that was meant to be put in her destiny. She is strong, the sweet strength. She knows... she just knows that she can handle anything thrown her way, with such grace. She knows how to find it in herself to pursue her desires regardless of what others may think and regardless of the conflicting thoughts inside her head. She knows how to fight for what she wants and what she thinks she deserves till it's no longer in her bones to fight. She knows that it's up to her, it's always her decision and her choice.

She learned, so much, that she now knows that there are no limits to knowledge, especially the knowledge we seek from being humans, the knowledge we seek within ourselves, which they call wisdom. She is humble, so humble that she knows there's so much yet to come, there is more for her hidden in the intricacies of life. More love and abundance, more passion and joy. She is prudent enough to know how to manage any inferior soul approaching her, if she isn't bringing her up to her level, she is never going down to a place she rose above.

I'm proud that she is me.

I know she feels tired, most of the time, a soul who spent that much time building her independence just longs for the day she can put that weight down and ease. I know she longs for that day and I know it's getting closer. I know she longs for that day, but I know she won't break what she spent years building.

I love her. She deserves the world.

But she doesn't forgive and she won't forgive those who took away from her things she only grew to know their worth. She doesn't and she won't forgive them for making decisions for her, choices that she would have never chosen, decisions and choices that made her path way harder. There are so many ways through which one can become gracefully stronger, but she wouldn't have chosen this way. The price she paid was high, and that's exactly why she knows the future is only going to be mesmerisingly blessed.