Hardest truth of life

This might approach you as a piece of information that threatens the hope in you but trust me, that untouched faith needs to be threatened. Hold onto it until you finishes. It needs you.

The hardest truth to swallow is that you can do all the right things that are there to do and still end up wrong.

The universe has its own puzzling ways of doing things. It’s cold and unjust outside.

You can go out of your way to help a stranger, why? Just because it feels humane and universe will send you someone who will rip you to shreds, why? Just because they like the sensation of it.

You can go around healing every wound you come across, leaving your light in every soul you come in contact with and you will be sent a person who will extract the sparkle out of you.

You can pour endless righteousness into them because you never run short of it and after pouring when you’ll look at them they will look you in the face and tell you pretty lies.

You can mend as much as you feel like and there’re still gonna be people who are unkind and at peace.
The good in you will always be tested and it’s hard to do things you’ve all the reasons not to.
But do the hard thing, I’m telling you, because you’re not ordinary.

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