Sometimes saying to myself that I’m lucky. Lucky because I haven’t eaten love’s cake yet. A cake full of poison. A cake of hate and despair.

When I look around, including my family members, I just see hate no more. Of course sometimes there are people full of hope and happiness. Spreads happiness to the whole world. But generally full of hate. It’s a dangerous world because everyone is jealous.

Sometimes just feeling like a person in a greenery. See a tulip far, far away. Have to take it. But the path is full of other dangerous plants which could injure me, or even kill...

Hard Mission, uh?

Reading Now ;
‘The Demon-Haunted World: Science as a Candle in the Dark’ written by ‘Carl Sagan’