Listening to your stories made me realize how little of the world I know.
I was so absorbed in dwelling in my own little world, undisturbed, protected from the harsh...the cruelty...the reality of life!
Have I been living? Do I dare say I know myself too well when I've never been in a real struggle?
If I am placed in danger and risk, would I be able to fight it? Or would I wallow in self-pity?
I know nothing...