Sometimes strength and love is expressed at their peak, when we say

“Please” or “Sorry” or “I’m Lost”

when we ask for help, when we apologise, when we let it flood we openly speak we say we need help.

To do that is love, to me it is.
I want to think everyone can do mistakes.
I want to think that when someone does the very best, respectfully, with love, passion and dedication, errors may come, adjustments might be needed to make things work, but errors are possible.

I love the idea we live in a world where we are not paralysed by the fear of mistaking, and where we help each other to achieve the best, for everyone even by stepping back if needed, but with joy for mutual growth of us all.

Mistaking is human, and as for me, I think that recognising asking the help of others, that is strength, not weakness, maybe one of the highest forms of strength. I can be a strong woman, in fact strong enough to ask for help when I need it, defend my positions, and intentions, and go through them, and even apologise when needed.

Reflections over the things of Life