Unseen Sacrifices

There are days when life overwhelms you with the praise of strangers. They admire your work, your existence, and the name you’ve made for yourself. Some of these strangers become cherished friends, accepted wholly with their ups and downs.
Why is the world so blind to the fact that these well-wishers and selfless souls need understanding too? Some people must recognize their sacrifices—making others laugh by day and crying by night, bearing unhealed wounds and untold traumas, hiding failures beneath their successes. Their unseen struggles and boundless energy create happiness for others. Why are the smiles with aching hearts never healed? Why is the world so cruel to those who live silently, still striving despite their pain?

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