20/06/2026
Sometimes I think life would be easier if I held grudges longer, cared less, or stopped giving people second chances.
Because the truth is, being understanding can be exhausting.
There are moments when you look back at certain situations and wonder if being softer just made it easier for people to take advantage of you.
But then I ask myself:
Who would I be if I let all of that change me?
Not because being forgiving makes me a better person.
But because I genuinely don’t want every disappointment to leave me a little colder than before.
Life has a way of testing that.
It gives you reasons to become cynical.
Reasons to stop trusting.
Reasons to put walls around your heart.
And sometimes those walls feel tempting.
But I think there’s something beautiful about still believing in people, even after they’ve let you down.
Not blindly.
Not endlessly.
Just enough to not lose the part of yourself that still sees good in the world.
Maybe getting angrier would protect me from some pain.
Maybe being meaner would make me feel stronger for a moment.
But I don’t think that’s who I want to become.
I’d rather keep learning, keep growing, and keep trying to move through life without carrying more bitterness than I need to.
Because at the end of the day, the goal isn’t to never get hurt.
It’s to go through life without losing yourself along the way.
