Sometimes I sit quietly and ask myself, what did I do to deserve this weight? I move with care. I choose honesty over shortcuts. I give love without keeping score. I try to be soft in a world that rewards hardness. Yet it feels like l am always the one learning lessons the hard way. I watch others walk freely while I carry storms I never created. I fix what I didn't break. I apologize for things that were never my fault. I stay strong because I don't know how to fall apart. And it makes me wonder, is being good an invitation to be tested? I don't regret who I am. I don't regret choosing kindness. But some nights, the weight feels heavier than my hope.