~~The Wall, The Sky and Me~~

I was never meant to stay whole... not in a world that survives by taking. This is a time that uses people quickly and moves on without looking back. It asks for patience, effort, care, and offers little shelter in return.  Being useful here is a pain. It wears you down, leaves you tired in places others cannot reach, teaches you how easily kindness is mistaken for availability. The hurt is real. It comes from being relied upon but not protected, from giving steadily while learning how disposable that giving can be. And yet, choosing to keep meaning and purpose alive is Rebellion. Not hardening. Not becoming cruel in return. But refusing to let harm decide who you become. Time thins us. Experience scars us. But the tear is where the light pass through. So if something still shines after being used, it is not weakness..it is endurance. In the present world, beauty is not in staying untouched. It is in being hurt, healing slowly, and still allowing yourself to glow. >_< 

This world is a hospital spinning through light years.. With too few beds  for eight billion wounds. Some fight hunger. Some fight heartbreak. Some fight for the environment  And for animals hurting quietly. Different battles.. Same emergency. Bodies matter. Minds matter. Every life that feels matters. One planet. One health. One chance to stay kind. It's no time to ration empathy. There's no choice to lock any ward. Because indifference is the real killer. >_<