Every time I try to be heartless, a quiet voice inside me whispers, "This isn't who you are." Even the tiniest act of unkindness weighs heavy on my soul, leaving echoes of guilt and softness behind. I feel things deeply love, pain, and compassion flow through me like a rhythmI can't silence. The world may try to harden me, but my heart still blooms in tenderness. I choose kindness, even when it hurts. Iove, even when it breaks me. Because beneath every scar, my heart still believes, in goodness, in warmth, and in the beauty of love.