“Do you feel like you’ve always been the one doing the heavy lifting?” — a question that has been bothering me these past few days. It just suddenly sank in to me that I have always been the one who steps aside my pride, understands people, and justifies their actions just because I know where they are coming from. That, in the end, made me neglect my own feelings, and it bottled up to the point that I felt the world had become heavy on my shoulders.
Do I really have to be the good guy all the time? Do I really have to be the one doing the heavy lifting? Why does kindness sometimes come along with pain?