Let’s imagine this situation. If you need to get some shut-eye, feel free to do so. You wake up Saturday morning, at your usual time of 6:00. You take a quick shower, eat a very quick breakfast, and head to work. Your job is hard physical labor, and honestly, it sucks. Around noon, you take a 30-minute lunch break and are back to work in no time. Yeah, good luck eating then. You won't have a break until your work is done. It's 1:30 p.m. now and your back really hurts, if you take a break you'll work better. Security guards shouldn't do anything if you only take a minute. Well, you're about to find out, because one of your coworkers stopped by for a break. What they did makes you want to go back to work five minutes early. They dragged the man across the ragged ground and his arm got stuck between two rocks. They continued to shoot until it broke in two. They then broke his legs because he sat down and didn't want to use his legs just a minute ago. Do you see the irony? Now he can no longer work, support his family, and they will surely starve, because you can barely feed your family on your salary. Luckily, tomorrow is your only day off all week. You can rest, right? You want to stand up, for freedom, for your family, but you can't. The government will kill you and your family, and even your friends, but if you don't, they will likely die of disease or continue to live in oppression. They don't want people to have revolutionary ideas that could destroy their nice little system. Soldiers protect you, but not from attackers or other harmful things. They guard you so you can't do anything. So you can't make things better. Well, Sunday comes, and you go shopping... middle of paper ...... a scary option, it means giving up forever. Is this really the path you want to follow? I think I'd like to take a stand. Fight everyone I have left. The problem is when your family and friends are threatened. Your decisions will greatly affect them. What's the best way to reach someone, to bring them the people they love! If my loved ones were killed, I could defend everything. The more people I am pushed away from, the easier it is to stand up for what I believe in. But at the same time, giving up becomes all the more tempting because of the sadness of being alone. I believe I would fight until there was justice for those I had lost. I wouldn't stop until the perpetrators were dead, or I was. Once justice has been served, I can't say what I would do. I can't make promises that I will continue to live, because I don't know if they will be true. What would you do?