Lately, a quiet shift has been happening inside me. I’ve had meaningful conversations—one-on-one, heart to heart—with people I care about. People who express discomfort about what’s happening in the world. And yet, when it matters most, they stay neutral. And that neutrality… it’s starting to change how I see them.
This isn’t about needing everyone to protest or post online. It’s about wondering: if it were me on the other side—facing injustice, stripped of voice or safety—would they stand with me? Would they even speak?
I don’t know the answer. I’m not even sure I want it. But the feeling is growing louder in my gut, and it’s making the personal, political. When injustice shows up, silence doesn’t stay neutral. It takes a side.
And maybe, what we’re seeing now—on a national level, in Gaza, and even in our relationships—isn’t a sudden fracture. Maybe it was always there. We’re just finally hearing it echo in the spaces where we expected solidarity.
You don’t have to give up your life. But you do have to choose a side. Quietly, bravely, clearly.
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