For a long time, I thought strength meant being tough—putting up walls, hiding my emotions, and never letting anyone see my vulnerabilities. I believed courage was about charging forward, no matter the cost, and that showing softness or tenderness was a sign of weakness. But life has a way of teaching you the truths you need, even when you resist them.

Over time, I learned that my strength doesn’t come from how hard I can be. It comes from my ability to stay soft, even when the world tries to harden me. It’s in my willingness to open my heart to others, to show kindness and compassion, even when it feels risky. Choosing love, empathy, and understanding in a world that often values coldness—that’s where my strength lies.

My courage doesn’t come from a fearless charge into the unknown; it comes from my heart. It’s in the quiet bravery of being honest with myself and others. It’s in having the courage to forgive, to let go, and to trust again after being hurt. It’s in standing up for what I believe in, even when it’s uncomfortable, and in showing up as my authentic self, no matter how vulnerable that might feel.

I’ve come to realize that being soft isn’t the opposite of being strong—it’s a different kind of strength, one that’s often harder to cultivate. It takes courage to stay open, to keep caring, and to lead with your heart, especially in a world that sometimes seems to reward cynicism and detachment.

Now, I no longer hide my softness. I wear it proudly, knowing that it’s my greatest asset. My strength is in my ability to feel deeply, to connect with others, and to find beauty in the small, tender moments of life. And my courage? It will always come straight from my heart.