Rachel Corrie—“Leaving Olympia” from My Name is Rachel Corrie
We are all born and someday we’ll all die. Most likely to some degree of aloneness. What if our aloneness isn’t a tragedy? What if our aloneness is what allows us to speak the truth without being afraid? What if our aloneness is what allows us to adventure-to experience the world as a dynamic presence-as a changeable, interactive thing?
If I lived in Bosnia or Rwanda or who knows where else, needless death wouldn’t be a distant symbol to me, it wouldn’t be a metaphor, it would be a reality.
And I have no right to this metaphor. But I use it to console myself. To give a fraction of meaning to something so enormous and needless.
This realization. This realization that I will live my life in this world where I have privileges.
I can’t cool boiling waters in Russia, I can’t be Picasso, I can’t be Jesus. I can’t save the planet single-handedly.