What...?
Everywhere you turn your head on, there is a crisis, and the idea of bloodshed is real. Occasional readings of such facts give me the feeling that I am up to date with the world, all while I sit in my comfortable bed. However, I should not see myself as a simple reader only, but as a member of a group going through a crisis as well. People make statements sometimes about lofty goals that may require bloodshed in order to come to existence; I may sympathize with such goals, but would I be ready to die if necessary for their fulfillment...? Thinking briefly about it, I concluded that I am pretty much not able to. I am lame at such things, not really trained through hardships, too much a being of confort and nice things: adoring my closet with silk dresses, decorating and improving my spaces, busy to accomplish items on those dream lists... Trapped in my consumerist world, I do not have time to die for causes, even those lofty ones, even though...