Mom always says that all people have ulterior motives and that everyone of them is constantly thinking about ways to improve their lives on the expense of others. She always calls me naive for believing the total opposite, but I just can’t wrap my head around it. Why does she as well as many people just presume that others are evil? I mean, why is it that whenever a person has hope for others, he suddenly becomes an idiot? Because I happen to believe that all people are good. I am positive that underneath all these layers of hatred, darkness, cruelness and what not, there exists a beautiful clean soul inside everyone of us. The secret here is just how exactly do we find this soul. It is not about how bad people are, it’s about how good they are at concealing their “goodness”.

In response to the daily prompt: Layers

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