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I want to remind myself that good things are real and possible. I know the world is so fucked up right now that even imagining good things feels insane sometimes.

We live in this world full of awful, evil, heartbreaking shit, and yet somehow good things are still around us. They exist for sure. I just need this post to be a reminder of that.

But also, we can’t expect to live only in the good side all the time. In my opinion, it’s important to be aware of the bad too. I think we should be more comfortable with being uncomfortable sometimes. I don’t think it’s such a bad thing at all. 

I think it’s healthy to question things and sit with discomfort from time to time. Don’t let it consume us, but just… awareness. We need more of that.

Because if we are always comfortable, then we never learn how to deal with discomfort and who knows what people will do when discomfort hits them for the first time.

But really, this post is supposed to remind me that good things do happen. And I know they do. I refuse to believe they don’t. If people out there can do horrible shit, then surely we can also do good things, too.

Aren’t we all trying to live in a peaceful, loving world? Because I want that. And I will continue to live my life with love, but that doesn’t mean I’ll tolerate the bad things.

When we say “be good,” people think that means letting everything slide. But that’s not what I mean. It’s important to have boundaries and standards for your life. Being nice is not the most important thing when it comes to your boundaries. 

Sure, we should be nice, but when people do things that are bad for you for literally no reason, I don’t believe you should just sit there and accept it. 

Some people need a slap. Not on the face, but on their fucking brain. (Okay fine, some people need one on the face too. And honestly? I’d support that if they truly deserved it.) We can be nice, but not stupidly nice. You know what I mean.

We live in a world surrounded by good things, but bad people are destroying it. And I’ve decided it won’t be just about me anymore.

I want to do more for other people in a “this makes me feel good and also helps someone else” kind of way. 

I honestly think my purpose is to empower people. Men and women. I want to make people feel better about themselves, to remind them they can be bold and careless in the best way, and they’re allowed to enjoy living.

And yes, the world is full of shit we don’t want to look at, but I’m here to remind you that the world also has good people. Always. Don’t forget that. The world needs more good, but good doesn’t mean letting people walk all over you. 

It means knowing when to stand up for yourself. It means understanding that some people genuinely have never been uncomfortable before in their life, and maybe it’s not wrong to be the one who teaches them a lesson.

I don’t think it’s wrong to tell someone to shut the fuck up when they truly need it.

I’m a very bubbly person, but also a very disturbed person because I will randomly bring up a horrible topic out of nowhere. Not because I want to ruin the vibe, but because it’s real.

I’ve lived long enough to know that pretending everything is sunshine and cupcakes doesn’t make the world less fucked. 

Yes, we know good things exist. But bad things exist too, and we can acknowledge that without killing the mood.

I hate when I mention something real and people immediately go, “Oh don’t talk about it, it’s so bad.” Like babe… the world IS bad. Pretending it isn’t doesn’t magically fix it.

It just keeps you comfortable in your little bubble while everything burns outside. And the funny thing is I’m not even trying to be dramatic when I bring it up. It’s just how my brain connects things.

I’ll be laughing with friends one second and then suddenly, “Anyway, did you know this horrific shit also happens?” And people freeze like I just swung a knife at the vibe. 

But in my mind, it’s normal. Life is both. Life is the funny moment and the reminder of pain. Life is the joke and the truth at the same time. I’m not trying to trauma-bomb anyone, I’m just not pretending.

I’m not saying we all have to sit in the sadness or suffer with reality 24/7. I love life too much for that. There are so many beautiful little things I adore. 

My cat being stupid. The sky looks pretty. Drinking iced coffee on a random Tuesday. My friend laughed at something dumb I said. That’s the good stuff.

But ignoring the bad things is like living in a bubble with noise-cancelling headphones on. And I’d rather live outside that bubble, raw-dogging life in the middle of needles.

Yes, I’ll get hurt. Yes, it will sting. Yes, people will disappoint me. Yes, the world will feel too much sometimes. But the wound will heal eventually. It always does. And honestly, learning to live with pain is good.

It teaches you how to hold it without letting it eat you alive. It teaches you resilience. It teaches you that “bad” is not the end of the world, it’s information. It’s an experience. It’s part of being human.

One day, you won’t even need the bubble at all. One day, you’ll look around and realize all those “sharp needles” in your life were actually just dull little things you could pull out or fix or step around. You’ll think, “Wait, was I scared of this?” And that’s when you know you’ve grown.

I don’t know. Maybe I’m just slightly insane, and who the fuck am I to tell people to be good or bad? I’m not always good either. I make mistakes. I have flaws. And we’re not supposed to be perfect. 

You learn to be good because of the bad things that happen to you. You learn compassion from pain.

You learn boundaries from being hurt. You learn confidence from getting through shit you thought would break you. That’s literally how it works.

So yeah… that’s what I wanted to say today.

Have a lovely day, people <333