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.
Some are called to it. Some fall into it. Some have never considered it seriously while others have acknowledged it all of their lives and will not act on it. I think that a few would admit to feeling like it would be a selfish pursuit; too indulgent to consider if you have responsibilities like a mortgage and a kid and a tuition payment that rivals the aforementioned mortgage.