I briefly touched upon this in my previous post on crying. Our culture is obsessed with strength and bravery. Everybody and their mother wants to be the valorous hero holding a sword, covered in sweat and glory. But there’s actually something to be said for surrendering. The surrender I am talking about is not letting yourself be a doormat, or sitting back and making excuses to be lazy. I mean that sometimes, it’s more honorable to be still and let things wash over you until they pass. Not everything has to be conquered. Not everything is an enemy. There is beauty in sitting quietly, closing your eyes, and waiting for the storm to blow by.