The Strongest Man That Ever Lived

Hi my friend,

Lately, I've been feeling 
a little tender.

There are so many 
good things on the horizon…
dreams slowly coming true,
shaping their way into 
the daylight.

And of course,
I'm happy for it.
But also… I'm tired.

Not from 
an overpacked schedule.
But from life.

Because sometimes just living
can feel exhausting.
And that's okay.

So this morning 
I sat down with my journal…
and as soon as I started writing,
an image came to mind.

A circus,
or maybe a travelling 
roadshow.

From those old days,
when people would show their skills
or unusual abilities for others' 
entertainment.

I saw myself as 
the strongest man…
hands gripping thick ropes,
pulling the heaviest wagons 
and weights.

But right beside me,
there was someone else…
Someone pulling
a toy horse on wheels.

Moving forward easily.
Effortlessly.
At a much faster pace.

And I found myself thinking
that I don't have what it takes
to keep up.

 
Elina and Her Stardust
 

Sometimes, 
when I look around,
it feels like others are 
rushing forward.

Accomplishing their dreams,
reaching their goals,
while I'm still figuring 
myself out.

But then again, maybe…
I was never meant 
to be the fastest.

Maybe my inner strength 
is my skill.

I know I won't need 
to pull these weights forever.
It's just a phase.
It's just for a little while.

But it also reminds me 
of something…

Do you know how midwives 
can tell when, during labour, 
a baby is about to be born?

It's when the mother says - 
I can't do this anymore.

It's that moment 
when the mother is exhausted,
when she's ready to give up,
when she truly believes she doesn't 
have the strength to go on…

That's when they know that
the baby is almost here.

So that's where I'm at.

I'm tired from pulling 
the heavy weights…

And some days 
I'm even tempted to drop
the ropes and take a step back 
from it all.

But then 
I remember…

This is what it feels like
when a new chapter is 
about to begin.

So, my friend, keep going, 
even if it's slow.

You may not feel 
strong right now…
but you are.

And maybe this is 
the “I can't” moment
that comes just before 
you do.

With love,
Elina

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