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 the idea may sound worthwhile when reading about it. 

    Or maybe we no longer live in the era of heroes, when people die for causes. Instead, we like to read about it in fancy bookstores or coffeeshops, to get educated in such things and get artificially adorned somehow, and after all live the good life as we can... But a tiny part of me whispers that...you know... things will come at the right time, and even this, dying for a cause, may come if truly yours.... crazy... 

    (I even surprise myself sometimes with what I come up with :)))