Have you ever gotten a pair of those “Chinese handcuff” at the fair when you were a kid?
The more you pull your fingers and the harder you fight, the tighter the grip gets.
Well, I am learning that these cuffs are a metaphor for life. The harder I fight, the more I pull my way through it, the harder it actually gets.
I am beginning to learn that the paradox of strength is that in order to achieve it, I must allow myself to let go. I must open myself to weakness. I must become vulnerable to be strengthened.
Acknowledging weakness is, in fact a strong thing to do, thus the paradox.
Something to think about, isn’t it?