Cherish the good heart...

Sometimes a good heart is like a quiet candle in a loud room.

It burns gently, gives warmth, and asks for nothing in return.

But people often notice fireworks more than candles. 

Not because the candle is less beautiful, but because the world has grown used to noise, not sincerity.

A pure heart gives, listens, forgives, and stays.

And because it stays, people begin to believe it will always stay. So they test it. They stretch it.

Sometimes they break pieces of it… thinking it will still glow the same. And the good heart wonders: If I give so much love, why does no one hold it carefully?

But the truth is, many people do not recognize the value of a gentle soul until they have already wounded it.

A good heart wants to be cherished not because it is weak, but because love, by its nature, longs to be received.

A river does not flow only to itself, it flows to reach the ocean. 🌊

But one day, the pure heart learns something deeper.

Not through advice.

Not through books.

But through silence… disappointment… and healing. 

One day it realizes:

The sun does not ask the sky to appreciate its light.

The rose does not beg the garden to notice its fragrance. 🥀

They simply exist, and that is enough.

And the good heart slowly understands:

"I was never incomplete. I was simply giving my light to people who preferred darkness."

From that day, the heart still remains kind,

still remains soft, but it no longer begs to be chosen.

Because it has finally discovered something powerful:

✨ A pure heart was never meant to chase love.

✨ It was meant to become a place where love begins. 

And when a good heart truly learns this… 

The world may still be the same, but the heart is finally free. 🕊️🤍

~AmbivertSyed.