Can be a beautiful thing. Is it something that comes to you later in life when you have a different understanding of your purpose, your position, your connection and context in the wider setting of the world? I am not certain. I only know now that it is something that leaves me feeling unsure.
I recognise in others that fragility can be a beautiful thing.
A breath of vulnerability perhaps.
Humility.
Availability.
These are rich and alluring qualities with which I associate fragility.
A chance occurrence to see an element of something real and raw in another.
But when I feel myself drifting, slipping towards something other than strength, I resist this with all that I have. I don't know why, but for a long time I have struggled with the idea of showing weakness.
Perhaps I am not comfortable with the idea that somehow I may be fragile.
A breath of vulnerability perhaps.
Humility.
Availability.
These are rich and alluring qualities with which I associate fragility.
A chance occurrence to see an element of something real and raw in another.
But when I feel myself drifting, slipping towards something other than strength, I resist this with all that I have. I don't know why, but for a long time I have struggled with the idea of showing weakness.
Perhaps I am not comfortable with the idea that somehow I may be fragile.
I think that showing vulnerability is a learned thing.
And maybe, just
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