Better to die fighting than to live as a slave.
I’ve never been a slave, but I’ve had a glimpse of this truth just in terms of my own experience with putting up with bullshit and how it’s affected me.
I’ve learned that physical discomfort is nothing compared to spiritual dis-ease in terms of the suffering it produces.
It seems that these people, when faced with the choice between risking death fighting, versus staying “safe” as slaves, went for the chance of freedom. Even though they died in battle, they died free.
Fucking amen. I hope we can all learn from their wisdom, and emulate their courage before we ever get close to the level of depredation and indignity they faced.
I’m not saying rampage and kill people. I am saying fight for what’s right rather than accept indignity in trade for comfort. Dignity is worth more than comfort or safety. I hope I can have the courage to express that hierarchy of values in my life, when the two come into conflict.