pleasantly dreadful

I'm bent on letting her go through many things on her own. I cannot allow any hint that I can be depended upon, because she needs to learn on how to depend on people other than me.

But why is it that this heart is gripped whenever I think or read of the things that she's going through?

It's just like how I am fond of a woman who is hardworking, but it pains me that she has to work hard. A true contradiction, or a valid paradox?

Perhaps my heart isn't as cold as I thought it is. I might rejoice in this for a bit, but I'll be honest: this possibility is to me both pleasant and dreadful.

intelligence

If I would confess that I'm intelligent, then I am a mere fool because I know I am not; If I would say that I'm not, I have lied.

role model

If you're young and looking for someone you can respect and look up to, yet could not find any, how about start working to become someone that others one day can.