Everything Fell Where They May

I have never been tough. NeverAt least, not really.Then again, I do not define toughness or being tough the same as I used to.No, this word has taken on a new meaning for me. I am not strong in comparison to true strength or even brute strength and yet, I have always wished I was tougher or stronger or twice as impenetrable as the shields that guard the heart.I am weak. I know this.I can endure pain, which I have proven and so, I am told that t be able to endure pain is a valuable commodity and like Nietzsche said in Twilight of The Idols, “What doesn’t kill me makes me stronger.”However, I’d be fine to be less dead and less killed and weaker than to have the endurance of a man with a beaten past.At the same time, I see something admirable in the open and vulnerable nature of being soft, or gentle.There is something hard and strong about being loyal to your truths and in this regard, above all else; no emotion or feeling is harder or braver than the emotion of love.I know it . . . I…