The strong.

When I was a student, in my old days, I studied, explored and tried as I could. I had head in the clouds and sometimes kept feet on the ground. I was good student. The very best one. Graduating with honours. My professor always wanted me to be PhD student, to be the clever one.

When I was a sportsman, in my old days, I trained, played and tried as I could.

I had head in the clouds and I rarely kept feet on the ground. I was good player. The very best one. Playing every match from beginning to end. My coach always wanted me to be the captain, to be the leader, to be the strong one.

When I was a banker, in my old days, I learnt, cared of customers and tried as I could. I had head in the clouds and I never kept feet on the ground. I was good banker. The very best one. Breaking every record in sales. My manager always wanted me to be his successor, to be the successful one.

When I thought that I taught how to be tough one I fell with my face on the ground.

If I were strong, in all my old days, I would never be selfish, oblivious and overestimating myself.

If I were strong, in those good old days, I would spend more time with my friends, family and love.

If I were strong, in those great old days, I would not be afraid to fall, to cry and to ask for help.

If I were strong, in those dusty old days, I would praise, thank and love.

If I were strong, in those tough old days, I would search for those better, stronger and more successful ones.

Because that`s what the strong do.