I have never been weak. Never. Barring the times when I have actually been.
But then they were momentary. As momentary as moments, days, sometimes weeks and months too. But as compared to the rest of my life, they seem too minuscule.
I am amazed at my own power of self-healing or my destiny of being right. Every time.
It is not just the optimism. Optimism needs effort to pull one through the dungeons. Optimism takes time to gather, is not perpetual and varies over the time. Not that it diminishes or increases as a graph, but varies relatively.
What I feel inside me is divine. It is ever-present. I just need to reach inside and it is there, standing like a wall. Almost an inner armor. White in color, calm in texture and so my very own.
This piece is not to acknowledge its presence but to show my gratitude to the self. A little pride in my self, for being, as it, is. The armored chassis within, which makes me less liquid and a pillar to people around.
Since the time I can recollect, I have been helping people come out of their complexes, issues and problems. Making them aware of their inner strength and the ways to realise it. Helping them unravel their talents to lead a life more worthy of them. All this, instead of actually offering any material object of help.
I believe and make others do too.
Aham Brahmasmi
I thank you Self and The Strength within.
Gratitude!
