Guilt is an amazing thing; it eats away at one’s insides and destroys what we are. If you simply walked by a starving child, a dying man, or a bleeding woman; it would make you wonder. Father, mother, son, daughter, you would put yourself in their ‘shoes,’ filled with grief. A split moment – less at times – makes you give into that clawing beast in your chest. The question is: Is that person worth it?
No comments:
Post a Comment