We are the few, at whom others gaze with disbelief, wishing they were strong enough to speak their minds, wondering how they, too, might gain internal relief.
There is always a penalty – whether by external imposition, or the price you pay for turning against inside what you know to be right.
It’s just a matter of what we each think we are willing to bear, and in the end, I am left alone with my conscience.
I want it to be clean – for the world, and for me.
