“Bees offer honey more than they sting!” “People with good hearts get hurt the most!” “It wasn’t my fault. It wasn’t my fault. It wasn’t. _MY_ fault!” If a bee stings you then dies, whose the real victim? You turned down the honey and hurt that bee’s feelings. Does them bringing you pain make their death not in vain? Or did they overreact and die as consequence? You just don’t like honey… So what was the big deal? The bee thought a good heart automatically came healed. When did being sweet mean to reject reality? When did hearts become too good for boundaries? What the bee didn’t know is no one owed it anything. The pain could be personal but find the lesson and proceed. Don’t become bitter. Ignore the urge to sting. Staying alive is a responsibility. It just is what it is, and self sabotage isn’t how a heartbeat should end.