zaynmalik
Epic Legend
Beneath the surface of every composed face lies a private ocean of grief — waves that crash in silence, unseen by the world. We rush to label the quiet ones distant or unfeeling, mistaking withdrawn eyes for indifference, when they are often just heavy with unshed tears
True warmth isn't always loud laughter or constant smiles; sometimes it's the courage to carry sorrow without letting it freeze your soul entirely. The next time someone seems "cold," pause. They might simply be surviving a winter no one else can feel.
In a world quick to judge appearances, may we learn to offer gentleness instead of assumptions — because every heart hides chapters the rest of us will never read.


True warmth isn't always loud laughter or constant smiles; sometimes it's the courage to carry sorrow without letting it freeze your soul entirely. The next time someone seems "cold," pause. They might simply be surviving a winter no one else can feel.
In a world quick to judge appearances, may we learn to offer gentleness instead of assumptions — because every heart hides chapters the rest of us will never read.

