Can you imagine the emptiness of knowing that you stood for nothing, that you risk nothing, that all you did was follow fearful people to where they were already going rather than trying to lead them to a better place?
¿Imaginan sentir que trabajaron para nada, que no arriesgaron, que lo que hicieron fue seguir a gente pusilánime hacia donde ellos ya iban en lugar de intentar reconducirlos hacia un lugar mejor?