And women being women, for that matter. Or anyone sticking up for any sort of value, especially local. Most causes today are so distant from neighbors and friends. It becomes about black people supporting black people or gays supporting gays. The sides and forces are no longer bound by physical region or blood, but often arbitrary division.
I made it half-way through Braveheart tonight. Never seen it before. Seems like a beautiful story.
I think we can live as complacent sheep. Having unlimited freedom living through our VR headsets, living out our fantasies and dreams safely and pacified.
Or perhaps with a semblance of wisdom we find our values and with a grain of courage we pursue them. Maybe the days of bravery do not have to be dead, left as relics of a world long past.
Death is inevitable but at least we can choose what we do before it. If we follow the crowd of double-think and relative certainty in numbers, or if we forge a path worth fighting for.
If I die, will my life have had any meaning? Have I ever fought for what I loved? Have I even loved wisely? Or did I fight senselessly, and ultimately for nothing at all?
I hope I will earn the honor of a meaningful life and death.