Moral cripples and the utter bloody uselessness of comfort

Someone ought to do something. Someone ought to make a law. Someone ought to stand up for truth. Someone ought to defend the weak. Someone ought to stand up for what they believe.

Sadly, the world appears to be peopled by nobodies. Because when you ask someone who you thought was a somebody, what they are going to do, they generally mumble and excuse themselves into being a nobody.

It leaves the heavy lifting for a very few. But there's an ironic twist, the same people who so cheerfully never take a moral stand for anything, never stick they're necks out, never bear their own discomfort for 5 minutes to leave things they claim to believe it- these same people then resent and criticize the .05% that does it all. It would be funny if they could just shut their yammering gobs and let people enjoy the irony.

Does anyone consider how expensive comfort is? If what it costs is what you believe in and who you could be, isn't that just too much? Here's a hint- there isn't a super human race who never feel scared, never feel embarrassed or alone, and always know just what to do. The people who stand up for things whether it is a friends reputation or morals in a declining society do it with churning stomachs and quivering knees. They aren't comfortable. They are morally consistent.

It costs a lot to be the somebody who does what ought to be done. But not nearly as much as it costs to be the nobody who did nothing at all.