Commitment has a certain dosage of risk in it. It is the trait that not everyone possesses; some seem to be born with it, others appear perfectly surrounded by most fascinating people without committing to friendship. Yet, that is what faith, marriage, career, and friendship, of course, do require if one desires to develop in either area.
A completely normal desire of a human being to belong, to be a part of a certain group, however, sometimes acquires traits of a radicalism where one does all possible to be a part of a group appealing to him, and later to protect his privilege meaning that only that style, that group deserve respect and appreciation.
Just yesterday I watched the video my sister-in-law created on ten days of our driving through Vancouver Island. Some moments already dared to escape my memory, thus it was a necessary refreshment before I would write down the itinerary that hopefully would be helpful to other travellers. Watching that video made me wonder whether I would change anything in our routes, and I did not find such a desire in my mind.
If there would be only one piece of advice I would be allowed to share from a ten days trip to Vancouver Island, I would not hesitate to suggest you take a yellow raincoat. I mean, it could be a red one. Could be any other colour, but as I walked on the shore, shaking, wrapping myself into a beach towel, and drowning in my husband’s hoodie, I thought of my utterly useful, waterproof and charming Helly Hansen yellow coat. Oh, what a pity! Oh, how well it would fit into the realities of the dismal day by the ocean! I also missed my rubber boots. Yet, the raincoat would be something I would start with packing a suitcase.