Novel & Cerita The Hard Thing About Hard Things

Even if waiting— Still felt like the hardest thing he’d ever done.

Why? Love is hard….Loving is harder but not loving is hardest because it breaks you from inside, making you suffocate in the hollowness of the empty heart. It's like jumping into an ocean. You should keep swimming till you reach the shore because once you stop, you’ll be drowned into the deepest parts of the ocean or gets eaten by ocean monsters. Even if you’re tired, you just have to keep going to survive and Klara Roselli is currently living the hardest phase of her life.

I think you need to quit being so hard on everyone, yourself included,* Balric told me. “Being hard on myself is how I got here.” *Life changes, Desi. What carried us through one moment can become a hindrance later,* he explained, his tone gentle. “Oh great, fortune cookie bullshit. Thanks,” I said with no real anger. “It’s what we old men do best,” Caius said. *It’s true. Now if you'll excuse me I’m going to hide... yet again.*

I whimpered, feeling the slow burn made by my choice. “I’m fucking tired, Bobbie. It’s exhausting to fight alone… I can’t fight for the two of us if you’re gonna leave me… If you still choose to go, I will let you, but don’t even think that I’ll wait for you.” He punctuated this statement by pulling me close to his body, burying my face in his chest as I wound my arms tightly around him. Why is doing the right thing so fucking hard? Why does it have to be this hard? “I’m tired…” “I know…”

“Still, I’d like to think guys find me attractive. Like I’m a woman and not just a mom and businesswoman. Ugh, you know what I mean.” “Is this your way of telling your brother that you’re finally over being celibate? If it is, that’s a TMI right there. I can’t unheard this.” “No!” I sighed again. This was harder than I’d initially thought. “I mean, not now. But for the future.”

Chloe People always think it’s easy. Easy to walk away. Easy to let go. Easy to do the right thing. Even when I watched movies with Stella and the female lead did something incredibly stupid—something that made no sense, Stella and I would yell at the screen, calling her an idiot, telling her to get her shit together. I never understood. I never saw that it’s hard to do something just because I thought it was simple. What might be easy for one person might be impossible for another. Even now, maybe… maybe I was just making excuses.

“But it happens when things get harder.” Avery swallowed. “I don’t want that.” “Then you have to decide what you’re willing to do about it,” he said. She frowned. “What does that even mean?” “It means effort isn’t always enough,” he replied. “Sometimes it’s consistency. Sometimes it’s choosing to stay even when it feels easier not to.” That sat with her. Because lately, it had started to feel easier not to call. Not to push. Not to say the things she was thinking.

--- Because sometimes— The hardest part isn’t losing someone. It’s risking losing yourself again.

The months of learning to cook for real, of finding out that the thing he'd been doing for fun, for love, for the quiet pleasure of feeding people—that thing could be his life, could be the shape of everything that came next. He had done hard things. He had survived hard things. He had learned, slowly and imperfectly, that hard things didn't last forever, that the difficulty itself was a kind of teacher, that you could be in the middle of something unbearable and still keep going. But this was different. This was hard in a way that didn't have an endpoint, didn't have a clear metric for success, didn't have anything to measure against except the absence of the thing he wanted. This was hard

“Do you have to keep trying to run the moment things get hard?” I sucked in a breath.