We stayed unbeaten all season. Beat the champions twice. And still didn’t win the league. That small frustration, combined with some couch-bound reflection on an old relationship, reminded me how often we mistake brittle armour for real strength. True strength isn’t silence, arrogance or even winning. It’s forgiveness over perfection, humility over pride and growth over grudges.

Weakness is not expressing that you have any, it's trying to make out like you have none