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Who Deserves Your Fight?

Woman with glowing heart choosing between darkness and a luminous family

“Truth is, everybody is going to hurt you. You just gotta find the ones worth suffering for”

This rings true. I’ve been hurt many times before, but I don’t waste tears on those who don’t deserve them. For the ones who do, I may mourn for a while, but eventually, I find a way to heal. My experiences have taught me that some people are out there to hurt you or take you for granted—those people are not worth suffering for. The ones who are worth it are the ones you truly love, the ones who would risk everything for you, and the ones who’ve always stood by your side. Those are the people worth fighting for!

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