Isn't it strange how the world calls sensitivity a weakness when it's actually the purest form of humanity? The ability to feel deeply, to care, to be moved by pain or beauty those are not flaws; they're signs of a heart still alive in a numb generation. Yet, people mock it, label it "too emotional," "too much," when in truth, it's rare strength. It takes courage to remain kind in a cruel world, to stay soft when everything around you teaches you to harden.