The night is long. The cobbled streets are empty. You trudge along; lonely, desolate, wrapped in the coffin of your broken dreams. The world continues to exist. The clock continues to tick; second after second, like a death knell on mute. Every passing second is a reminder that there are things to do, places to visit, a commitment at stake, a lonely battle and the constant lurch of fate. But heart do not be afraid to be weak. Do not be afraid to fold your hands in a prayer in a sacred personal ceremony. For a moment breathe. Leave all the battlefields to Achilles and Hercules. You are a warrior of the heart, brave and strong. You build, rebuild yourself every day. You may be nothing. Not even a statue in the park. Not even a memoir. Not even the name of a street. But there will be people who will remember you for who you are and for the love you left in their heart.
There will be times when love will fail. It usually does. But heart do not be afraid to be weak. If one person loves you for who you are and for all the continents you hold inside your heart, you have reached the threshold of immortality. Heart, do not be afraid to be weak. The fabric of love is a complex thing.
There will be friends who are rich and famous. They will seem to live the life while fate was hell bent on turning your tide. But Heart, do not be afraid to be weak. You can cry. Life is not about business class, a vacation in Spain or dinner at Louvre. The truly rich are those who forgo a meal to help somebody. The truly abundant have a solitary dinner on their humble roof, thinking of love and art. Wealth and fame are here today; gone tomorrow. But what will remain is the Solomon's treasure in your heart.
Heart, do not be afraid to be weak. Life is a bitch. You will meet people who will call you just that because your standards differ from theirs. You needn't lose your spark because at the end of the day when you look in the mirror, you know who you are- silver and exact. Don't be afraid to love no matter how unloved people make you feel. When you helped that old woman cross the street or saved a child from a speeding taxi, it was the generosity of your golden heart.
The time when your friend or lover stabbed in your back, you know how it felt. Heart, do not be afraid to be weak. You are human after all. These parasites were there to only take and not to give. Forgive. But, don't forget how you opened your door and heart for them in their adversity and how they didn't bother to say one word when your mother died. Don't forget how they could not even offer the gift of listening. Heart, don't be afraid to be weak in your pain and agony. If you bump into these people in some crowded street, don't forget to greet them with the goodness of your heart. Your indifference will be their torture and inheritance of loss.
The songs that make you cry show that you are strong. Heart, do not be afraid to be weak. Listen to your song but don't let the hurt and pain overwhelm you. They taught you a lesson. Slam shut the door on those memories and move on. Winter won't be here for too long. Look out, the trees have changed color. They are moving to the songs of spring and they are whispering the melodies dormant in your heart.
Heart, do not be afraid to be weak. Do not be ashamed by the desperation of your longing. Do not be afraid to be silent when you can speak. Eternity is very small. Everything in this world is temporary. Nobody has lived for long. You are living. You are breathing. The universe exists because of the goodness of your heart. Heart, do not be afraid to be weak. There is another heart worshipping the sound of your beat.
Even in your weakness, you are magic, you are a miracle, you are stronger than the strong. The world is on its knees because of the abundance of your heart. The world is sacred because of the love in your heart. Heart, do not be afraid to be weak. Heart, you know you are very strong.
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