Long live the king.
Muhammed Ali was a great man not just because he was a great fighter, but because he stood up for what he believed in, and was willing to pay the price.
I've come to realize that the people I love most, and the people that I respect most in my life have that same quality. It's not that life is without compromises — every day is a negotiation between the realities of the world we live in, and the one we wished we lived in.
But it's the willingness to take full responsibility for the choices we make, and the consequences, that sets us free. Take a few steps down that road and it suddenly becomes crystal clear when you are and are not willing to make allowances. That's why seeing all these politicians lining up behind Trump only weeks after condemning him as a racist, ignorant bigot is so shameful. The problem is not what they believe, it's that they believe nothing at all.
For me, living this way means that I know, deep down, I cannot be broken. No matter how hard things get, and sometimes they are really fucking hard, I know where my line is, and I won't cross it.
And I pay the price, gladly. It's my choice.