There was a time, when I wanted to stay oblivious. I never thought about the darkness, shielding myself from reality and all its gore. But I couldn't hide anymore, didn't want to roam through the world, like it doesn't concern me.How often did you turn a blind eye? How often did you find yourself in a position, where you had to question your own moral ? How many times did you regret not standing up for what you believe in? How often did you tell yourself, how lucky you are, when comparing yourself to those in need? Would you consider yourself a good person? What makes someone a bad one? So...