What exactly characterizes strength? Is it the absence of weakness? The absence of fear? Or maybe even both?

I used to think I had infinite strength. Strength to overcome all hurdles, strength to face my fears, and strength to endure life’s most cruel trials.

All that changed tonight. All it took was just a small, yet potent conversation to dissolve me into a pool of tears.

Does crying make me weak? Does it mean I am not as strong as I thought? I have let myself down.

Author: Natalie Ha

I remember being enthralled with the written word ever since my parents started reading fairytales to me at a young age. Seeing the power it has to influence behaviours and mindsets, I have learned, over the years, to translate my thoughts onto paper, in an attempt to positively disrupt the lives of others. Having my written works published in various forms of media has empowered me to weave stories that people can resonate with. I look forward to the life-long process of perfecting this craft, and hope to see my work touch the hearts of many in the future. This blog attempts to do just that - and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy penning it down.

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