Each of us has a basket of apples, and some of them are sour, ripe and rotten. It has taken me till 25 to realize that I was hanging out with people who's baskets are overfull of the sour and rotten. Ah, the true friend is one who has lots of ripe apples in their basket!
This is assuming, of course, that you are not sour and rotten to the brimful yourself, in which case enjoy your company with fellow sour&rottens! But I am mainly to the brimful with ripe (this is an intuitive thing, that goes beyond rational reasoning).
When you say Equals, you do not mean the same. It is an intuitive math that transcends normal modes of rational thought, that sums up an individual. Different, but equal, on par. Equally full of excellence, dynamism and optimism.
No more baskets to the brimful of sour and rotten apples for me
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