A nationwide Woman's March happened yesterday after trump's inauguration and I didn't go.
It didn't bother me when I declined my friends' invitations and it didn't bother me when it was happening, but it began to bother me when it was ending and I realized the immense impact and grand scale of the event. Now I'm feeling guilty. Do I care only because it blew up in the media and I just want to feel included? I'm so scared that my regret is derived from impressionability rather than conviction-something I'm still working on. There's no point on dwelling, and I still have a long life ahead to fight for my causes. I only hope that I'm motivated from within, not just by the crowd.
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