That Cursed Lady

Money or happiness?
Love or money?
Family or love?
You or family?
Your past self or your present self?

Every choice demands a sacrifice.
Every answer leaves something behind.

In the end, the hardest battle is never with the world.
It's you against yourself.

There are no victors in that war.
Only broken pieces of who you used to be,
stained by the memories you couldn't escape,
carrying wounds no one else can see.

And somehow, you keep walking—
smiling for people who never noticed the fight,
while quietly mourning the parts of yourself
that never made it to tomorrow.

Maybe that's what growing up is.
Not becoming stronger,
but learning how to carry the weight of every version of yourself you've had to leave behind.