Ashamed of pain,
weakness, or any sign of it, is weakness.
Even to oneself, it is an affront. Somehow offensive, debilitating.
Life eventually will have its way and end this charade of the ego.
Even the strongest among us will wither physically in time. This is the law of nature, temporal—strengthening us at times… and weakening…
What if in our ashamed “weakened” state, we were brave enough even for a moment to step out of our closet of loneliness and isolation?
And what, if doing this, we were to find a different strength in our spirit beating like a heart that is falling in love anew with life and its mysteries?
The Every Day Yogi 