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I've always been fascinated with the theme of sacrifice. But not the "How much are you willing to sacrifice" angle, but rather the "how much do you let others sacrifice for you".
The biggest problem with such an exploration is that it seems, on the surface, as egotistical. But I feel that the accepting of sacrifice from others is as hard -- if not harder -- than the actually sacrificing.
I mean, ask anyone if they would chose to put themselves in danger or the one they love in danger and they would chose the danger themselves. There is a certain amount of contentment knowing that the ones you love are safe. And it is a torture to sit day after day and night after sleepless night waiting to hear if someone you love is alive or dead.
There is also the problem of living with the knowledge that someone was willing to die for you. The knowledge and the inherent responsibility. I mean, if they died for you that must mean that you have to be worthy of that sacrifice.
How do you come to terms with that?
The biggest problem with such an exploration is that it seems, on the surface, as egotistical. But I feel that the accepting of sacrifice from others is as hard -- if not harder -- than the actually sacrificing.
I mean, ask anyone if they would chose to put themselves in danger or the one they love in danger and they would chose the danger themselves. There is a certain amount of contentment knowing that the ones you love are safe. And it is a torture to sit day after day and night after sleepless night waiting to hear if someone you love is alive or dead.
There is also the problem of living with the knowledge that someone was willing to die for you. The knowledge and the inherent responsibility. I mean, if they died for you that must mean that you have to be worthy of that sacrifice.
How do you come to terms with that?
