I've always been a fighter. Always. I speak out when I see injustice. I write. I reach out to the media to communicate about, among many things, my illness, in a desperate hope to help myself and others.
But it all goes nowhere.
It's all for naught.
I believed Abraham Lincoln when he said, "All men are created equal."
But even he didn't stand solidly behind that.
And neither do we, as a society.
Put simply, some people's lives are just more important than others.
And the injustice of that sickens me.
My God tells me every soul is worthy - has merit - deserves dignity.
Or maybe that's just my conscience, because even the Torah seems to put prices on people's heads.
So here we are.
I see injustice in the world.
Tekun Olam requires me to address those injustices I see.
But my efforts are grains of sand against a mighty sea.
I am worn away into nothingness.
But my dissolution means nothing, because I am one of those lives that doesn't matter.
I am one of those voices that doesn't carry.