Ignorance is not bliss. I would rather know, even if that knowing shatters my heart. I refuse to desensitise myself to the point of numbness, where even the worst realities fail to move me. I would rather feel everything, endure it, scream through the pain, than turn myself into someone untouched. Silence is not safety. I would rather speak my truth, even when it feels like the most terrifying thing to do. This life has been a privilege, yes, but I do not want to deceive myself into believing that the world is made only of sunshine and light. Because it is not, at least not for everyone. And I do not want to turn away from that reality. Most of all, I do not want to lose my conscience, or my humanity, in the process of surviving.