im frail

for we have treasures in jars of clay...

It's been a "colorful" week, and it's only Wednesday. It's seriously amazing how so much can happen in so little time. Like how Gordon Freeman tore down the Combine's forces and shook their Citadel in less than a day. But it didn't happen to me in such a scale (though i wish it did). So much for the weekdays. Sucker.

Being tough is, well, tough. Any small sign of weakness and you're doom. However if you portray yourself timid and harmless, would people mind a simple gesture of weakness? I think not. We often assume that confident people are the hardest to break but it's actually quite the contrary. Confident people or outgoing people are actually one of the easiest to break. It may seem that they're a cheerful bunch with great speaking skills but deep down in their core - frailty.

So how has my colorful week been? Much afraid of being frail indeed. I realize just how easily the foundation of my confidence can be shaken, how easy it is to break me down. A few simple words is all it takes. I guess I need to open myself up more and let the world see just how frail I am. Probably there, I would find strength.

jars of clay
frail

Convinced of my deception
I've always been a fool
I fear this love reaction
Just like You said I would

A rose could never lie
About the love it brings
And I could never promise
To be any of those things

If I was not so weak
If I was not so cold
If I was not so scared of being broken
Growing old
I would be...
I would be...
I would be...

Blessed are the shallow
Depth they'll never find
Seemed to be some comfort
In rooms I try to hide

Exposed beyond the shadows
You take the cup from me
Your dirt removes my blindness
Your pain becomes my peace

If I was not so weak
If I was not so cold
If I was not so scared of being broken
Growing old
I would be...
I would be...
I would be... frail