Are we weak? Or are we strong?

The conversation I had with the kids, today, was the conversation we need to be having as a country and as a civilization, right now.

You know who obsesses about whether they're weak or strong?

People who are afraid they're weak.

We need to make a choice.

Are we weak? Or are we strong?

Because strong folks don't sit around and obsess about whether they are strong. They just are. I don't have to sit and obsess about whether I'm tough enough or not. I just am.

And I know, now, from much of my own past experience obsessing about whether I was tough enough or not, in my lifetime, that it's a fool's question.

Because those who are strong, just are. They don't need to obsess about that question.

The only people who obsess about it are people who are afraid they are weak. And, often because they are.

People like Osama Bin Ladan. Saddam Hussein. Kim Jong Il. The Burmese military junta. Robert Mugabe. Fidel Castro. Mahmoud Ahmadinejad. Hamas. Hezbollah. Stalin. Hitler. And all the other terrorists, despots, and weak-ass motherfuckers in the world. And, specifically, all the motherfuckers who end up the biggest losers in life every single fucking time. Without exception. All those motherfuckers eventually eat dirt. Every single time.

The question we need to answer is:

Are we weak? Or are we strong?

Because strong people don't sit around obsessing about whether they are strong or not. They just are.

And that is who we need to be.