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The greatest gift my children gave me was to finally have in my world something that mattered — and because of that all things matter.
My life before was always easy because I had no reason to take a stand for something when I had no attachment to anything in this world (except for a big ego attachment to how other people see me), so I could always take the easy road because there was never any reason to fight.
Yes, I protested the war, and had opinions on certain subjects, and that is about defining and stating who I am, but it didn’t really matter in the end, because all these stupid people in the world can do what they want really and it’s not my problem — whereas now it matters, completely, what impact I have on my world, it matters who I am and what choices I make — and that includes making difficult choices, and choosing the path sometimes of greatest resistance, because I know I carve myself and my world as I cut this path, and if I do not make my mark in this world then I cannot complain that it is marked only by the choices and actions of others.
(from 9–9–11)
