My mom has literally gone blue in the face telling me to carry pepper spray with me when I’m on my little adventures. I always say I will, and I usually intend to get a bottle. But, honestly, I don’t really want to.
I don’t want to carry pepper spray and accept that this world is as dangerous as people say.
I know I’m probably being stupid. I know I’m tempting fate. I know I’m running away from reality. I know I’m looking at the world through rose-coloured glasses. I know I’m being immature.
I believe, with all my heart, that the world is good. People are good. One world. One love.
Sorry, Mom. I love you.
A very wonderful quote I deeply connected with says ‘The faults you point out in others are your own faults’… I always, always say, ‘The world you see is a reflection of who you are’. Do you agree with me?