When I'm angry, I'm quiet.
When I'm sad, I'm quiet.
When I'm hurt, I'm quiet.
When I'm confused, I'm quiet.
When I'm depressed, I'm quiet.
When I'm indifferent, I'm quiet.
When I'm helpless, I'm quiet.
When I'm afraid, I'm quiet.
When I'm lonely, I'm quiet.
No, it isn't always healthy to be quiet. All the same, it doesn't always mean I'm keeping it bottled up inside. I get things done a lot more and a lot faster when I keep my mouth shut and my brain brewing. After all, what's the point in yelling your heart out when it will only make things worst? Uncorking at the wrong time at the wrong place to the wrong party is not going to help matters. Crying helps a little, but is not the final answer.
We are always known as the weaker sex, and truly I supposed we are. But I, woman, know how best to deal with me. Not all the time, not immediately, but in time. Things aren't always written in stone. The quiet desperation and quiet despair can always be countered by a quiet understanding and quiet wisdom. Through sheer patience and a lot of faith, there lies the Quiet Strength.
It is the one thing that a woman have, the one thing that a man can never understand. If at all.
Remember and cherish what you are and what you have, my lovelies. Here's to us.