Just playing with the words: doesn’t your strength start where your weakness stops? This reminds me of a story:
“You know," said old Nasreddin, "now at eighty I am exactly as strong as I used to be sixty years ago.”
“How can you say such a thing?" wondered a neighbour. "At eighty you cannot be like a young man!”
“But it’s true!”
“Can you prove it?”
“Yes.”
“How?”
“You can witness it with your own eyes if you want. You know the big millstone by the public well. Once when I was twenty I tried to move it and it didn’t budge. Yesterday I tried again and again I couldn’t move it. The same as when I was young.”
“You know," said old Nasreddin, "now at eighty I am exactly as strong as I used to be sixty years ago.”
“How can you say such a thing?" wondered a neighbour. "At eighty you cannot be like a young man!”
“But it’s true!”
“Can you prove it?”
“Yes.”
“How?”
“You can witness it with your own eyes if you want. You know the big millstone by the public well. Once when I was twenty I tried to move it and it didn’t budge. Yesterday I tried again and again I couldn’t move it. The same as when I was young.”