I spent the better part of my life being a sheep. Several years ago, I stepped foot in a dojo for the first time and from that point on, it was like a light had flipped on in my brain. I suddenly realized that I didn't need to be a sheep. That I was not only allowed, but surprisingly able to protect myself! It was amazing! I just can't describe the realization.
Why do I mention this? I believe that most sheep,
don't know that they're sheep. They're so used to being who they are that it never occurs to them that it's okay to protect themselves against evil. I'm not saying it has to be with a gun or a fist, but it could be something as simple as just not standing there waiting to die when a gunman bursts into the room.
Dylan Thomas said it best.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.