I’ve been watching the revolutions for the past month. They aren’t all the same. Egypt’s was beautiful. Other protesters have not shown the same restraint. No one can deny the revolutions were necessary, right? Some still stay side-lined. “Is it worth the fight? Is it really all that bad?”
Well, if you’re asking yourself, then probably it is.
I have my back against the wall in the same way. Is it worth the fight? Is it really all that bad?
The young rebel cries ‘yes! I am worth respect!’
And the cautious side wonders if I am overzealous in asserting my rights, even worrying I might inconvenience my assailant. “Maybe there is a better way?” it asks.
I’ve exhausted options on my end without relinquishing parts of my newly won self esteem. And in trading in these pieces of dignity, what kind of prize could I really win? The friendship of one who sought such a price?
Is that really something to sacrifice for?
I don’t want to hurt you, but….