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From a practical point of view, life is arathersimple proposition. Weallare born basicallythe same way,and inevitably,we all die. It’s what we do between those two points that make usdiffer from one another.Here, between those two points, I wait.This is my moment, my very own defining moment.Weall have a defining moment in our lives. Some people barely notice it, but it’sinvariablythere. It could be something as simple as seeing or hearing a work of art that moves usor listening to an inspiring story. It could be something completely different and as plain as a wordwe said at a momentwhen we should have kept silentor an act we committed in an instant andwithout much thought.There are some for whomthis moment is the catapult to a higher destiny. For others, itisthe fall into an abyss of regret and guilt. For a fewpeople,that instant signalsthe end, but somelive a lifetime afterwardto ponder whatcouldhavebeendone differentlyinthat split second, howwecould havechanged that forlorn moment that defined us forever, that single actthatchanged usso deeply, so profoundly, so fundamentally. Was ita triumphantmoment orwas ita mistake? Onlytime will decide.Yet,given the same circumstances,weprobablywould repeat it all over again withoutmuch hesitation,whether the results were positive or negative.The fact remains that we are whowe are,and we will respond to the samestimuliin basically the sameunaltered, almost automatedfashion over and over again.After all, “man is the only animal that would stumble over the samerock twice.” In the end, the events that takeus to that instant become wretchedly irrelevant by thesimple irreversible nature of time.Even so, I know deep inside there was no other choice for me.At least,that is what I willtellmy conscience for years to comein a futile attempt to subdue the torment of knowing I will bedamned for eternity just for doing the right thing,for doingwhat hasto be done.
Thou shallnot kill.