True strength is not about never shedding a tear, but about continuing to run even with tears in your eyes.

Living to thirty, forty, or even fifty, who doesn't carry a story in their life? It's not that we haven't been hurt, or that we haven't endured pain.

As children, we heard adults say, "A real man doesn't cry," and women were often told to "be strong and elegant."

But true strength doesn't mean you can't shed tears.

Adults understand best: some tears are held back many times before finally falling. Work exhausts you to the point of collapse, family pressure is like a mountain, friends become strangers, and relatives drift further away.

You suffer inside, but smile on the outside. In the quiet of the night, you toss and turn, phone screen lit, battling your own emotions.

Scrolling through social media, you see people looking glamorous, living in large apartments, posting happy photos. But who hasn't suffered? Who hasn't gritted their teeth and kept going?

Strength isn't about never crying, but about being able to stand up after crying, knowing life goes on, and that nothing is easy.

You think maturity is about remaining calm and collected, but actually, everyone secretly wipes away tears, silently digesting their grievances. Others only see your happiness; no one understands the sleepless nights you spend struggling. Those unspoken sorrows slowly transform into courage within.

When faced with difficulties, don't rush to deny yourself. Wanting a moment of vulnerability isn't shameful. Tears glistening in your eyelashes can also be beautiful.

Truly capable people never rely on feigned strength. Life is a journey of leveling up; sometimes you need to be playful, sometimes you need to rest.

Don't strive for perfection, and don't worry about others' opinions. Hardship is a gift; growth is a required course.

You'll surely miss those nights spent smoking alone on the balcony, the desolation of downing half a glass of beer, secretly tearing up yet still smiling as you planned for tomorrow.

If you had a choice, no one would choose to be strong; but when you don't, you naturally learn to weather the storms.

Life has no script; who isn't patching cracks while accelerating forward? Crying isn't weakness; it just proves you're still trying to live.

When troubles arise at home, confide in someone; when you clash with your boss at work, try to see things from a different perspective; if friends drift apart, don't dwell on it—trust that time will eventually lead you to someone more suitable.

Everyone is running on their own track. If you encounter a pitfall, jump in; if you fall, dust yourself off and get back up. Tears wash away grievances, and your lovely soul remains steadfast.

As you grow older, you learn to forgive yourself. Strength doesn't need to be measured by others' standards. As long as you haven't been defeated by reality, everything is something to be proud of.

You don't need to be an emotional "Oli Gei" (a term of endearment for someone who is overly confident), nor do you need to be a "maintainer" of negative energy. Being able to cry, laugh, and run—that's the whole picture of life.

Remember, there are many tracks, and many intersections. Running with tears in your eyes is the true strength you deserve.

Don't be afraid of being seen through, and don't be afraid of vulnerability. Who doesn't go out wearing armor, only to take off their disguise at home?

May you endure countless nights, chasing the light through tears; and may the person you persevere in be treated with increasing gentleness.

On the road of running, there is not only fatigue, but also the future.

Regardless of age, without a finish line, keep running with tears in your eyes—that is your strength, and that is your miracle.