Because of all of this, it’s not easy having a good heart in this generation.
It’s not easy being the girl that always tells the truth because honesty is not practiced or valued by people.
It’s not easy being the girl who wears her heart on her sleeve because expressing your emotions and feelings is taboo.
It’s not easy being the girl who tries to see the best in people and believe the world is good because you’re always going to get let down when people don’t live up to your expectations.
It’s not easy being the girl who has a large capacity for love and needs to give it because no one wants to admit that’s what they want.
It’s not easy to be the girl who expects a guy to mean what he says and say what he means because there are a million other girls to choose from who will accept the emotional maturity of a sponge from him.
Having a good heart in a generation of people who are trying their damnedest not to have one isn’t easy. There are days we feel broken and too soft. There are days where we wonder if we’ll ever be able to form real connections with the people around us. There are days where we get frustrated by people’s lack of honesty, compassion, and inability to admit that they actually have a soul and feelings.
Sometimes, it feels like it would be easier and become like the rest of the people in this world. We think it would be simpler to shut off our emotions to protect ourselves. We believe that by becoming bitter and heartless like everyone else, we will be more accepted or feel like we fit in more. We think it’d be easier to keep our mouths shut because others will find us easier to swallow, but guess what?
Having a good heart in this cruel generation is courage, not weakness.
While everyone else in our generation sits on the sidelines of life only putting in half emotion and half work, you’re out there actually LIVING. You’re making real connections, you’re crying real tears and laughing real laughs, and you’re falling in love and getting your heart broken. You are making yourself vulnerable and opening yourself up to hurt for even just a little taste of life, love, and happiness. If that’s not the bravery, then I don’t know what is.