The Will to Resist

šŸ’€ The Realest Shit I’ll Ever Say: You Want the Truth? Then Bleed for It.

I don’t want applause. I don’t want your fake positivity. I don’t want another ā€œkeep grinding broā€ from someone who’s never faced a silent room full of betrayal and still showed up the next day.

What I want— is the fucking truth.

I want people to grow the fuck up. To stop performing like life is a play they can edit in post. To stop hiding behind trauma like it’s a hall pass for shitty behavior. To stop pretending decency is some higher calling instead of basic human maintenance.

You know what the real answer to life is? Most people know better. They just don’t want to do better.

Because growth costs effort. And effort means looking in the mirror without flinching. And that’s where most of them fold.

And me? I’ve carried more than I ever should’ve. I’ve stood in jobs that didn’t respect me, homes that didn’t appreciate me, and relationships where being real just meant being resented.

But I didn’t cave.

I didn’t play dumb to make others feel smarter. I didn’t shrink to make cowards feel taller. And I damn sure didn’t beg to be treated right.

I gave what I wanted in return: Respect. Effort. Clarity.

And I got silence, excuses, and lies.

Here’s what they never tell you: The world doesn’t reward decency—it tests it.

Kindness will be mistaken for weakness—until you show them your teeth.

Most people will fail you—not because they can’t do better, but because they choose not to.

So if you’re waiting for a breakthrough, some magical moment where people just ā€œget itā€?

Stop. They don’t. They won’t. They’re not built like that.

You are.

Final Word: I’m not bitter. I’m not broken. I’m just done carrying the emotional tax of people who refuse to pay rent in their own damn minds.

I’ll keep showing up. I’ll keep stacking peace. But I’m no longer waiting for anyone to meet me there.

If you wanted the truth? Here it is—sharp enough to make your comfort bleed:

Most people are sleepwalking through life and calling it peace. I woke up. And now? I don’t flinch. I don’t fold. I just move—through the fire, around the fake, and beyond the noise.

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