what a challenge to maintain the softness of my soul when every day requires me to harden it
but i refuse, for what is left if i were to cast away hope?
i have faith that, although it may appear differently, there is still enough good to make this life worth living
and i intend to live it, fully and without restraint
it is in the small gestures, the moments when we choose to do right
when we see that others, who share the same dreams and hopes, need to be uplifted
and i stand ready to answer the call
it is not happiness that i find in the wake of these moments, but certainty
that, so long as we refuse to harden ourselves to this harsh reality,
the promise of a better future may sustain us
