Hey. I have a crazy idea, but bear with me.
Let’s run away.
Let’s go to a place like Paris, or a place like Boston, or a place like New York, or a place like Peru. A place like that, but where there’s no hate. Where you can just breathe deep and breathe easy without a worry of who’s trying to kill you or who’s trying to kill your family or which friend’s name you’ll find on a list or how you’ll explain to children you don’t yet have why there are people who hate them. Because who hates children? Because people won’t hate children in this place. It’ll be fun.
There’ll be deep sea diving and deep breathing and homemade smoothies whenever things get a little stressful, because, I don’t know, some sand just won’t come out of your shoe or something. Because that will be the biggest problem, because there won’t be hate and there won’t be violence and there won’t be panic and there won’t be cell phones and there won’t be biased reporting that changes the course of history because there will be no hate.
Nope, no hate. Only smoothies.