Be good & if you can’t be good, be careful.

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We all have our respective systems of measurement when it comes to aspects of life such as safety, morals, and love. There is no standard or universal definition of reality, and traveling certainly demonstrates the variations in which people live their lives.
Reality is indeed what you make it, how you choose to see it, how you decide to live it, and whatever definition thereof you accept of it, with a degree of circumstance.
Jamaica was by far the most challenging place I encountered during my travels these past six months.
First and foremost, as a white female, there is no hiding, nor an opportunity to observe like a fly on the wall. It’s not that I expected to blend in, but the constant attention and harassment was hard to take.
The culture is drastically different from what Bob Marley preached, and being a lifelong fan, that was a huge disappointment. I was able to have some interesting conversations with people, but rarely connected on a genuine level with anyone. Being a trusting person by nature, the consistent let-down I experience with most social exchanges left a sour taste in my mouth.
The other side of the coin is that Jamaica is the most beautiful island I have ever laid eyes on. The colors of the ocean, rivers, and lagoons are magnificent and rich, and the foliage is wild and lush. I was amazed by the diversity of plant life on such a small piece of land surrounded by salty water for as far as the eye can see.
All that said, it doesn’t do much good to generalize. I was fortunate enough to have met a few beautiful souls when I needed them most.
Jamaica challenged my values and morals, and shook my perception of reality to the core. I always tried to maintain objectivity and awareness while keeping my innate sense of adventure alive. The key was to not try and be good, but to be careful. This island of contradictions took me for the wildest ride I’ve ever experienced.

raindrops on the water

boy and boat in ocean

storm ocean

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