infectious

i overheard a conversation with my mom and her friend talking about strawberries. as they were cutting them up, they talked about how the bad parts can spread pretty rapidly and rub off on the other ones, so you have to cut the gross parts off to keep them fresh.

side note: mom loves to make things connect, so when there's spiritual symbolism to something, it's a super great day for mom. 

so, connecting strawberries and life: they said it's also crucial to cut out the yucky stuff in us [even if it's just one rotten strawberry] or it will continue to spread into other areas of our life. 

just in that way i want to be infectious,  like those little strawberries. i want for what is in us to rapidly spread among the people of hong kong. in a good way.