It's not my fault. It's not my fault that South Africa is corrupt. It's not my fault that gang wars and criminality has swept through the town in Sweden where I'm originally from. It's not my fault that terrorists are bombing the world and the city I used to call home. A city that still feels like home.
As human beings, it is difficult for us to grasp the concept of time. It always feels like we will have tomorrow until it is too late. We put love off for future dates, fully confident that we can spend more hours together and be more loving later; blinding ourselves to the fact that life is unpredictable and mostly out of our control.