There is a rare breed of people that go all in. They keep their word and promises, they give it their all, they go the extra mile for those they care for. These people hardly receive the same passion and efforts in return, yet they never change and always give their all. They are givers, forgivers and selfless lovers. They never let the cold world change them. They take advantage of every little moments given to them.
She has always looked up to people who care. Regardless of how that makes them look. People who stay kind-hearted in a world that may not always be kind to them. People who believe in something hopeful; people who feel everything intensely, and allow themselves to feel that way. people who shout love from rooftops, who share their heart with the world.
She looks up to People who do whatever they have to do to make it to tomorrow–the people who get up in the morning while all they would rather do is curl up in bed and never leave their rooms. The people who face what is scarred within them, the people working every single day to be gentle and to be soft with themselves when they have every reason to harden.
She looks up to anyone who is fighting, fighting to be better, fighting to heal even when it hurts, fighting to believe with everything they have within themselves that they have a purpose here, and that they belong here, and that they deserve to take up space.
Because that is what we need in this world – more people who care. More people who give a shit. More people who aren’t afraid to shout what they want from the rooftops and pursue it with a sense of abandon. We need more people with passion. More people with gusto. More people who will stand up and fight for exactly what they want out of life because they aren’t afraid to look a little stupid and feel a little disappointed on their way to achieving what they want out of it.
Their soft heart is not a weakness. It often seems that way, when all they give is taken for granted, and the love they give is made to seem as if it is mere fragments at the bottom of a well. Sometimes it seems as if the goodness they do is enveloped into nothingness, and all that they are willing to give comes from a place of weakness. At times it seems as if they’re being foolish-giving time and time again when people have only proven to misuse them for their convenience.
But the softness of a heart is its strength, it is courage. The goodness that they spread, their kindness, all that is given free of dependency and free from seeking returns is rare. The goodness that they do will come back to them. Maybe not from the same place they gave it but it will come round to them when they least expect it.
Because the last thing this world needs is one more indifferent person. If you’re the only one left with passion, then use it. Use the hell out of it. At the end of your life, go out with a bruised-up, worn out heart that gave too much and loved too strongly and felt too fiercely. Go out with the certainty that you gave it everything you had and didn’t hold anything back. Go out empty-handed when it comes to should-haves and might-have-beens. Because it’s an infinitely more fulfilling way to live than the alternative. It will always be more honourable to be out in the field getting trampled on than to be on the sidelines feeling superior for never having tried.
Taking pride in being the one who cares less is not a badge of honour to wear as a triumph of human detachment. If you care less, cut the cord. If you care more then show it. Answer your messages. Show up to your commitments. Don’t scale back or water-down your passion to keep up with someone who’s dead inside. Arrive with enthusiasm to every waking moment of your life.
My life in words 