Name your top three pet peeves.
A litter bug—someone who scatters their waste across the world as if the earth were not the very thing holding them up. I will never grasp the mind that wounds its own home.
A person who cannot speak with emotional intelligence—who stumbles through connection as if feelings were foreign terrain. The world is already heavy; moving through it without understanding yourself or others turns life into a storm without a compass.
And lastly, those who forget that we shape our own lives. Every dream, every desire, every quiet hope is molded by the choices we make each day. To drift through life unaware of that power… is a tragedy dressed as carelessness.
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