I wonder, do we all know where we belong? And if we do, deep inside, why don’t we do something about it? There has to be something more in this life. A purpose…a place to belong to. I knew Harry was my home. I knew it for the very first moment. But now he wasn’t here.
Maybe all of our hearts are like refugees. Maybe we are all refugees. But now I understand that we really have nothing to be afraid of. The world we live in…the lives we protect…everything is a part of something bigger than us. When I look at my friends, fighting for a better future, I can see it so clear. I can see the will to live, the hope for a better life. And I know that we have to fight for it. We have to fight, we have to bleed our hands and scratch our legs, but it’s gonna be worth it…