“You know,” Pooh said softly, turning the little flower between his paws, “I used to think that when someone hurt me, I had to show them I was stronger.”

He paused, watching the petals sway in the breeze. “But now I think strength isn’t about fighting back. It’s about walking away without carrying the same darkness that hurt you.”

He smiled faintly, his voice barely louder than the wind. “Anger is heavy, and revenge only keeps you where the pain lives. But forgiveness — or even quiet acceptance — that’s what sets you free.”

Piglet, sitting nearby, nodded slowly. “So, you just… let go?”

Pooh looked up at the sky. “Yes,” he whispered. “Because peace feels better than proving a point. The best revenge is to become someone softer, wiser, and kinder — someone who still believes in good, even after being shown the bad.”

And with that, he placed the flower gently beside his notebook, letting the sun warm his fur and his heart all at once.