Good heart

I guess God gives me good and soft heart as a punishment. At least that's how I see it.

One can be too bad or too good for so long. And I have been too bad for God knows how long. One thing about having a soft spot for people I care about is that I would constantly blaming myself for whatever reason I could dig if those people went mad about something. It's complicated. Quoting a friend - "You're too kind".

Sure I am.

And where are all those mean attitudes I used to have back when I was a student? Where did they go? Why did I become too kind right after I stepped out into this harsh world?

I know, right?

I'm afraid of losing. Too afraid I could take all the blame and put it all on me.

I shall build that wall around the heart again. Building it again from scratch costs me more than if I were to build it again after I tore it down just a bit.

They say it's never too late to do anything right. Well certainly they're wrong.