Two unknown authors have left us two poems about how they see a strong man vs. a strong woman.
What does for everyone of us mean to be a strong human? How sensitive can we be in front of others? How vulnerable in the struggle with disease? How much do we wish to show us to the exterior in another way than we know ourselves? But from all and everything we wish it does not mean anything at all if we do not feel that we truly live.
«The strength of a man isn’t seen in the width of his shoulders.
It’s seen in the width of his arms that encircle and protect you.
The strength of a man isn’t in the deep tone of his voice.
It is in the gentle words he whispers.
The strength of a man isn’t in the words he speaks.
It’s in how he keeps his word.
The strength of a man isn’t in how many women he’s loved.
It’s in whether he can be true to the ONE woman he’s trying to love.
The strength of a man isn’t in how he makes love.
It’s in the understanding that there is more to making love
. . . than making love.»
When you surround «that woman» you feel in those moments that you are not missing anything. You do not think of anything. It is the moment in which time stands still for you, there is no space and you feel calm.
Because «A Strong Woman…
is both soft and powerful
She is both practical and spiritual.
A Strong Woman
in her essence
is a gift to the world.»
Because she dominates everything and all. She has that unique capacity to lift you up in the moments you are at the ground. She sustains you in the difficult moments and she understands you. She understands a lot from the things that seem to make no sense and she can subtitle when the things seem that they have no caption. The woman can overcome all obstacles, which seemed firstly impassable.
…And because we wish that something is going to happen with us, we search to do something in this sense. We search for relationships which can bring us closer to us … because we cannot work in another way…