Your ability to withhold your worries inside you is not all of your honorable work, what you will truly be remembered for is your ability to deal patiently with all your dilemmas. Your real honor lies in remaining a human amidst all of the aforementioned.

It's a relief to remain this bearable person who endures in silence, to appear blessed to everyone who sees you, and to stay under the umbrella of graceful concealment as if you've never been saddened.

Nothing equals appearing well and insisting on doing so all your life until you indeed become well.

This calmness you show has behind it muscles of patience, a lifetime spent in years of overcoming.

Your ability to transform this heart into a being capable of abandonment and overcoming, years of weakness that you thought would never pass, all the times you held on and hands around you slipped.

All those stabs and scrapes that roughened the texture of the heart, years of helplessness, despair, and hope... everything aforementioned you have overcome with competence.

I know for sure that you were enduring beyond your capacity, you thought that hardship doesn't pass, that this heart's smile has faded, that the path of happiness moved to a galaxy millions of light-years away from your heart, and you thought there was nothing you could do.

No, my friend!

Certainly, all tricks are in your hand. In your hand is the power of stoicism, all doors of paths, and to be patient until the being of patience living in you marvels at you.

How can one appear so gentle and brave while inside them wars are raging? How do you remain steadfast, accepting hardships? How do you appear as brave and pious as the imam of the mosque, the church owner, and the temple? And how do you become the leader of the troop that you constantly work with?

I know it's hard on that soul that resides in you, but it was impossible to believe that building such a towering soul wouldn't take your entire life.

The clock stopping in your house doesn't mean life has stopped for you, but rather it means you and yourself have stopped engaging in life.

Yes, my friend, living has an addiction that afflicts you with a craving that deprives you of the sweetness of life and the reward of wellness in it.

You and yourself are two sides of the same coin, maybe there's someone addicted to reading and another poor soul who only knows how to recognize pictures, your heart should have been guided in both ways...

Unfortunately, there's nothing to be done here, you won't be able to convince a fool to see you as you see yourself.

The only push you receive forward is that pivotal moment where you wanted to stop and surrender to despair, but you didn't give up, or someone who loves you urged you not to.

The moment where you took hold of yourself and held it firmly, pushing it strongly and steadily in the same direction you're forced into.

That's the only moment that forces you to change and then you actually change and taste the bitterness of change but you keep rowing hoping you'll survive... and then you do survive!

How much we all suffer bouts of longing for days when the heart was empty.

We wish that our world would grant us a safe harbor befitting our years of strenuous struggle... That the long walk ends at a safe arrival station, and our council be serene, respecting our humanity and the bulges that emerged from the toil of our bones... To familiarize with joys and not be deprived of the sensation of their warmth when they come, and that the time of sadness and betrayal is reduced to those memories that we feel when our hands touch those bulges on the surface of our hearts. Dear, all the glory will forever belong to the beautiful accomplishments you've sacrificed for, which I speak of today. The fiercest of your battles are those that have taught you to triumph over the tender, luminous side within you against the darkness of a black heart.

When you've learned the lesson by heart, and mastered the art of seeking forgiveness for each day spent going in the wrong direction, making your survival conditional upon keeping the path clear and safe for those who follow you... your life ends in contentment!

On this journey, pause for everyone who supported your steps, who relentlessly helped you up when you stumbled, who handed you your weapon when it fell from you, and who enthusiastically applauded your victories.

These are the lovers who chose to dwell in affection and mercy, sharing with you your joy and your full share of loneliness and sorrow. They did not commit injustice even when the world did, and their tongues spoke nothing but hope, support, and prayers.

Inhabitants of secure hearts who paved the way for you when you forgot who you were... who you wanted to become... and how you intended to overcome the deficit of harm that extinguished your heart's glow.

They are the reinforced pillars created to endure over time. The ancient Egyptians died, but their relics continue to speak of them.

No good thing ever ends its effect, and as solid as your building is, it remains that added value that keeps your heart moist with the fact that you've spent this lifetime in something worth it.