Whats real sad is when someone you have met, say in a warzone has changed your perspective but due to duty you really cant commit to the change.
Years later you cant talk about it either because you've not only rethought out the perspective but your own warped sense of reality has hindered reasonable thought processes that include empathy for other peoples lot in life that was no fault of their own. Yet if all the cards were to be laid on the table you might actually weep for them.
Even sadder still you attempt to relate to something someone posts on a message board and you know that a candid reply would be met with either disbelief or a silence that would render yourself numb from gathering the courage to pull the expirence out of the depths of your psychosis.
So, yes I've met people from war torn places or extreme poverty that have changed my perspective, but it never interfered with the eloborate world that I created in my mind to help me deal with said meetings.
Yet as I read your story Mikeus Caesar I wonder if you would induldge me a moment. In the aftermath of the meeting, perspective change and subsequent thought process did you come back to your personal place in the world and changing it? Or did your considerations simply fall under the guise of remorse for the poor fellows story?
Personal curiousity, an indepth repsonse isnt required nor is there any pending judgements should you chose not to reply either.
Also, why is it I always seem to see these posts after a cocktail or two? Why cant we just go back to the good old fashion bickering and bile over politics?
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