This seems to be a ridiculous title. How could there be strength in weakness? or purpose in chaos?
There is one good thing about being tired. It's knowing that the body needs rest, that it has it's limits to and that we cannot choose to squeeze everything in the moment. The demands of a fast-paced society has reinforced this lie if not happily preached it among the working class. Achievement is found in busy-ness and the clamor for accomplishment sent to our ears by our workplace.
When I get tired I cannot help but be tired. It is something I cannot stop or bury in smiles or pleasantries. And because we are always cajoled to be happy, to be always fun and to be on the move there seems to be no place for fatigue. It is always demonized as a curse; something we cannot be happy to be with. But there is wisdom in finding the end of the rope. It is a time for reassessment and recalculation of priorities. We get tired for a variety of reasons. Some are self-induced foolish habits to do the impossible, others are inevitable consequences of a passion filled heart and others are simply form so injustice.
Being tired brings me back to thinking - about what matters significantly and whether the reason for my own weariness is of great value or simply a consequent of a foolish endeavor.
