“Life will always ask for courage — in love, in growth, in letting go. The question is not whether it’s hard, but which kind of hard will lead you closer to peace.”
I came across something today that says, “Choose your hard.”
At first, it sounded simple — but the more I thought about it, the more I realized how true it is for me. Life will always have its share of difficult choices. There’s no truly “easy” path, only the one that shapes me better.
Opening up is hard.
It takes courage to let someone see the parts of me I usually keep hidden. But keeping everything inside — letting my feelings sit heavy in my chest — that’s even harder. Silence may seem peaceful, but it can also be the loudest kind of pain.
Letting go is hard.
It feels like peeling away a part of myself that I’ve grown attached to. Yet holding on to someone or to something that's not meant for me… that’s a slow kind of breaking, one that wears me down little by little.
Being honest about my feelings is hard.
It means risking rejection or awkwardness. But pretending not to care, when I actually do — that’s a weight I don’t want to carry anymore.
Facing someone after rejection is hard.
I still feel that quiet ache in my heart, but I know that running away from closure would only keep me stuck in the same place.
Forgiving is hard.
Especially when I feel misunderstood. But holding on to resentment doesn’t protect me — it only drains the peace I’m trying to build.
Setting boundaries is hard.
Sometimes it makes me feel guilty, as if I’m pushing people away.
But being constantly tired of being misunderstood and taken for granted is much harder.
Choosing peace is hard.
It means walking away from noise, even from the things I used to crave. Yet living in constant overthinking — that’s a storm I no longer want to live in.
Growing is hard.
It asks me to release the familiar pain I’ve learned to live with. But staying the same, knowing I deserve better, is harder.
Believing in love again is hard.
But closing my heart forever is harder. Because deep down, I still believe love is beautiful — it just needs the right soul to meet me halfway.
Trusting God’s timing is hard.
But forcing things not meant for me always ends in heartbreak.
Walking alone is hard.
But staying surrounded by people who make me feel unseen is harder.
Waiting is hard.
But settling for less than I deserve is harder.
Starting over is hard.
But staying where I no longer grow is harder.
Choosing myself is hard.
But constantly proving my worth to others is harder.
Healing is hard.
It’s messy, slow, and full of days that test my strength. But pretending I’m okay when I’m not — that’s harder.
Moving forward is hard.
But replaying what could’ve been over and over is harder.
Saying goodbye is hard.
But staying in something that keeps hurting me is harder.
So maybe that’s what life is teaching me right now — that everything worth having comes with its own version of “hard.”
And I can’t escape it, but I can choose wisely — to choose the hard that leads to peace, to healing, and to becoming more of who I truly am.
Because somewhere deep inside, I know — peace may not be easy, but it’s always worth the hard it takes to reach it.
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