[Essay 4] The moment I accepted my weakness, my life began to move quietly

I have often been told by those around me that I am "serious" or "diligent."

That was supposed to be a compliment. However, to me at the time, those words sounded like a spell that said, "You must never show any weakness."

To be "serious" meant not giving up halfway. It meant not relying on others and finishing everything on my own. That is what I believed. Or perhaps, that is what I had been conditioned to believe. That belief eventually hardened like armor inside me, robbing me of my ability to move. Every time my weaknesses or shortcomings surfaced, I would self-negate, thinking, "This isn't what a serious person does," and immediately suppress those feelings. Even when my abilities and physical strength reached their limits, the sense of responsibility—that "if I don't do my best, I'll be a burden to others"—would take the brakes off, and I would keep running. Before I knew it, my mind was filled with a constant, noisy clamor, as if an alarm were always ringing.

The loneliness of being "serious"

The decisive day finally arrived when I had no choice but to get off that highway of life.

I was completely stuck on a core part of a project. The deadline was approaching, and no matter how many times I tried to redo it, I couldn't see a way out. I knew I should have consulted my colleagues. But my stubborn belief that "a serious person doesn't push their responsibilities onto others" kept my mouth shut. The more I tried to be serious, the narrower my perspective became, and the duller my judgment grew.

I think I was in a pitiful state—having pulled an all-nighter, my face was pale, and only my eyes were burning with impatience. It was a colleague who had been assigned to the same project who spoke to me.

"You look terrible. Get some rest."

"No, I'm fine. I have to be the one to finish this..."

My colleague stared into my eyes. Then, he spoke in a quiet voice, though it carried a hint of frustration.

"Are we that unreliable to you?"

His words pierced my heart.

Without a pause, he continued.

"You've already worked hard enough. Anyone can see that. So, rely on us."

The moment the burden on my shoulders was quietly lifted

The question, "Are we that unreliable?" taught me that by keeping everything to myself, I was actually invalidating their abilities and dedication. And the words, "You've already worked hard enough," were the first time my self-sacrifice in the name of "seriousness" had been acknowledged.

In that moment, I felt a heavy burden that I had been carrying for months being lifted from my shoulders. It was a calm and certain relief, like a warm drink soaking into a frozen heart. At the same time, for the first time, I was able to let out truly weak words from my own mouth: "I'm sorry, I can't do this anymore. I need your help."

Accepting my weakness meant stopping the fight to do everything alone. It was a quiet surrender from the "serious me" to the "human me."

A life that began to move quietly, and surely

After this experience, even if my life didn't look like a dramatic reversal of fortune, it certainly began to move gently on the inside.

First, I unchained myself from the shackles of being 'serious.' It's different from before, when I was exhausted from trying to do everything at 100%. Now, I don't try to do everything at 100%. I give 70% to tasks that are fine with 70%, and I pour my full effort into the 10% that truly matters. I was finally able to create that kind of balance. It was a new way of doing things that I could only adopt because I accepted my weakness—the fact that I don't have the capacity to handle everything perfectly.

The biggest change appeared in my relationships. By exposing my weaknesses, a sense of trust and solidarity that hadn't existed before was born between me and my colleagues. Weakness was the quietest, most certain tool for closing the emotional distance between people. And I, too, became able to sincerely respect and empathize with the weaknesses of others.

If I'm tired, I say 'I'm tired.' If I can't do something, I say 'I can't.' This simple honesty freed me from the waste of energy and, in return, helped me regain the invaluable asset of peace of mind.

Weakness is a quiet driving force

My journey of accepting my weakness does not end here. From here on, I will surely hit new walls, feel frustrated by my own inadequacy, and want to complain. But I am no longer afraid.

Because I know.

True strength is not the absence of weakness. Rather, it is the courage to acknowledge yourself as you are while carrying those weaknesses, the ability to honestly say 'help me,' and the receptivity to build bonds of trust with others based on that weakness.

The moment I accepted my weakness, my life slowly and surely changed course at its own natural, effortless pace.

Weakness is not something that takes anything away from you.

Rather, it is the most certain driving force in life, quietly whispering to you that 'it's okay to rely on someone' and 'you've done enough.'

Afterword

Thank you for reading until the end.

For you, what were the words that first helped you accept your own weakness?

If you'd like, I would be happy if you could share them in the comments section.

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