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“I was quiet, but I was not blind” ~ Jane Austen

And one day I broke my silence, I raised my voice against the unfair. I spoke for the crowd and demanded justice. But they didn’t utter a word; instead enjoyed the combat. If only they had benefitted from this mutiny, they would have appreciated my act of valour. But I failed, and they demeaned my attitude.

There was a moment when I felt alone, broken! I doubted my act for once. Was it a mistake? Did I just commit a crime by confronting? Did I just hurt someone? Did I just tarnish my reputation? Will the good forces turn against me?

I was not regretting what I had said; but I was regretting where I had said. Maybe I should have talked it out in private giving no cue to the audience. Maybe I should have been a little less blunt. Maybe this, maybe that! My mind was almost blown away with the thoughts.

There was a pause for a second.

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and whoa! the dark clouds of scepticism faded away all of a sudden!

The burden of misconduct and bitterness crumbled. I felt light-hearted. All this because I had dared to stand alone and speak the truth when others succumbed to the atrocities. Their perception of me didn’t matter anymore because my soul felt relieved; because they were the mere crumbs who mislead my intentions. It was the inner-peace and a sense of satisfaction which prevailed.

Theodore Roosevelt once said –

Far better is it to dare mighty things to win glorious triumphs, even though checkered by failure.. than to rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy nor suffer much, because they live in a grey twilight that knows not victory nor defeat.

Even though I was deeply sorry for hurting someone, I resolved to speak against the unjust every time, to stand for what I truly believe in.. because the Almighty God will always stand by me!

Daily Prompt: Mighty, Crumb, Glorious