You are standing still.
But it's not hurting anyone.
It doesn’t take that much effort.
It's simple.
Yet people are dying as you stand there.
They are taking their final breaths, and looking in their loved ones’ eyes for the last time.
People are being murdered, and tortured, and robbed, and all you’re doing is standing still.
Now how does that make you feel?
How do you keep on going when you know that you're not going anywhere?