Lately I’ve been listening to stories where someone’s insensitivity ruins everything—a life, the natural environment, even peace itself. It leaves me heartbroken. Can’t they feel the pain of others?
I’ve also been crying a lot: over the harmony that’s been lost, the tenderness that fades, the things that once connected us as human beings. And I’ve been wondering if feeling this much is a weakness, especially as I grow older.
But today I saw something clearly: judging myself for being sensitive only hardens me. And if I keep doing that, I risk becoming the very thing I grieve—someone who ruins beauty, first in myself, then in others.
What I Protect.
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