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The Difference Between Us
They told me once
the difference was simple,
muscle and softness,
voice and silence,
storm and shelter.
But life has a way
of laughing at simple things.
Because I have seen a woman
carry grief like granite in her chest
and never bend,
and I have seen a man
break quietly in a parked car
with no one to hear him.
So no,
itβs not strength.
They said a man builds,
a woman nurtures,
as if hands know their purpose
before the heart does.
But Iβve watched women
build entire worlds from nothing,
homes out of heartbreak,
hope out of ashes,
and men
hold something fragile
like it might disappear
if they breathed too hard.
So no
itβs not purpose either.
Maybe itβs how they love.
A man, they say,
loves like a fire
fast, consuming,
all or nothing,
burning bright until he learns
how to keep it alive.
A woman
she loves like water
steady, shaping,
patient enough
to carve mountains
without ever raising her voice.
But even that falls short.
Because I have seen men
love with quiet devotion
show up every day,
no speeches, no spotlight,
just presence
like sunrise that never forgets to come back.
And I have seen women
love like lightning,
sudden, fierce, unforgettable,
leaving a mark
that time itself canβt erase.
So what is it then?
Maybe itβs this,
a man is taught
to carry the weight of the world
without asking for help,
to be the wall,
the shield,
the one who doesnβt fall apart.
And a woman,
sheβs taught
to carry everyone elseβs world
while still being expected
to smile,
to soften,
to make it all look effortless.
Different burdens.
Same exhaustion.
A man learns silence early
that his pain
is something to outgrow,
something to swallow,
something to turn into work,
or anger,
or distance.
A woman learns
that her voice is powerful
but only if itβs gentle,
only if itβs agreeable,
only if it doesnβt shake the room too much.
Different rules.
Same cage.
And somewhere in between all that
real people live.
Not βmen.β
Not βwomen.β
Just humans
trying to be understood
in a world
that handed them scripts
they never asked to read from.
Maybe the truth is this,
A man
is not the absence of emotion,
heβs just been taught
to hide the depth of it.
A woman
is not defined by softness,
sheβs just been expected
to carry strength quietly.
And the real difference?
Itβs not in the bones
or the voice
or the way we love.
Itβs in the stories
we were told
about who we were allowed to be.
Strip those stories away,
the expectations,
the roles,
the quiet rules whispered
through generations,
and whatβs left
isnβt opposition.
Itβs reflection.
Because a man can be gentle.
A woman can be fierce.
A man can nurture.
A woman can lead.
A man can break.
A woman can rebuild.
And sometimes,
if you look close enough,
youβll realize
they were never all that different
to begin with.
Just two souls
learning, in their own ways
,
how to carry love,
how to survive loss,
how to become
something whole
in a world
that tried to divide them.
By Jason Strickland
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