Someone told me the other day to appreciate the fragility of people. It’s been a thought on my mind since sometimes I know I don’t think of life as fragile, or people as fragile. But with this thought lingering in my subconscious, I forgot to remind myself that I, too, am fragile. And maybe it’s because I am in denial of my own fragility that I expect others to not be fragile. I don’t know what to make of this. We all go through changes in our lives, changes that test our characters.. the characters we want to be. Those changes are what make us stronger in the end, yet, sometimes we are so weak when in the face of them. It’s easy to criticize others.. and it’s easier to criticize yourself. So somehow you end up in this bind of trying to understand everyone around you and trying to understand yourself…which leaves you feeling so vulnerable. What do I make of this vulnerability? I don’t know.
I guess it’s all a part of growing up… the kind that never stops.
It’s because we try so hard to be strong, to take on the world. But sensitivity, in a way fragility helps to want to.