Hey friends, I’m back again with the thought I left you with…
Am I too good for people, or am I just a stupid girl who doesn’t know better? I keep giving pieces of myself away, hoping someone will see me, really see me — but instead, I’m left feeling used, invisible, or foolish. I hate this cycle. I tell myself to be stronger, to not trust so easily, to not care so much. And yet, the moment someone shows me a little kindness, I fall again — as if my heart can’t help but believe it’s safe this time. Maybe I’m not too good. Maybe I’m just easy to break. Or maybe the world is too harsh, and I’m the idiot who keeps walking in with open hands. I don’t know which truth hurts more.
Do you also feel this way sometimes? Congratulations then — you’re growing. You’re a step ahead in understanding that thin, invisible line between being good and being used. It’s a cruel lesson, but one everyone faces sooner or later. The truth is, being good will always cost you something. But the difference between growing and breaking is realizing you don’t have to hand over every part of yourself just to prove your heart is real. You can be kind and still protect yourself. You can be open without being wide open.
Growth is painful, but it’s the kind of pain that shapes you.
I know kindness is a weakness. The difference is in how you use it — are you giving it to grow, or are you just bleeding yourself dry? That’s the part that kills me. I can’t always tell. Am I caring for people, or just carrying their weight while drowning under it myself? I call it love, I call it loyalty, but most days it just feels like I’m breaking my own back for people who wouldn’t even notice if I stopped.
And then I wonder — is this me being good, or me being stupid all over again?
Back to the same question. What’s the answer to this? Perhaps there isn’t a single, fixed answer. Each time I fall, I learn a new lesson. And sometimes, in between all the hurt, I meet those rare, real souls — the ones who see me, appreciate me, and remind me why I shouldn’t kill my kindness. It feels like a booster shot for my heart, like an immunity against giving up on myself. Those people prove that kindness isn’t always wasted. Sometimes it lands in the right place, and when it does, it makes everything worth it.
Sometimes words do magic. They hit different. They give you warmth, like a blanket when you’re freezing. One line, one sentence, and suddenly you don’t feel so alone. That’s why I still pick kindness, even when it breaks me. Because I know how it feels when someone throws you that lifeline, and maybe that’s enough reason to keep going.
To wrap it up — like I always say, the things you give to the universe will always find their way back to you. So now it’s in your hands: what do you want to give? What surroundings do you want to build for yourself? What type of energy do you want circling back into your life? Because in the end, that’s the only choice we ever really have.
We will meet here again. Till then… take care and just be yourself.
whispers of my mind 