On the tram today I suddenly became aware that I was placing people into categories.
There were immigrants, bureaucrats, teenagers, pensioners, mothers, overachievers, underachievers, loudmouths, stressed-out people, worn-out people, friends, strangers...
An unfolding stream of judgments, a categorization of everyone I saw.
But as I did not know this people — what if I simply thought of them as loving beings.
Maybe I feel better.
Ja det är just vad dom är.. I fablernas värld. För åven jag tror att det finns en ultim sanning.. fär vem kan skilja sanning ifrån fantasi.. att tänka gott kan nog in deed medskapa den energin att alla är älskande varelser
-Sverker