Sometimes in life it happens to give so much. With the heart, with the time, with the soul. You do it without expecting anything in return, only with the genuine desire to reach out, support, welcome.

Then one day you realize that that outstretched hand is no longer seen, that the words received become cold, the connections broken without a clear reason. And you understand that the recipient doesn’t always really know how to recognize.

But it’s not a failure. It’s a lesson.

One of those that teach you to donate wisely, to protect the energy of those who build every day with commitment and truth.

We won’t stop helping. But we will learn to distinguish.

To better preserve the value of respect, gratitude, coherence.

Because every gesture has a weight. And every distance, a voice.

Those who choose to turn around, maybe they were never really close.