guilt

For decades now I battle with a very simple issue. How do I honor my existence? How do I honor people I view as crucial to the possibility of me writing this? And through my learning I encountered some people that ideology I subscribed to for the most of my life views as vile. I owe my existence to choices made by people like Stalin and Churchill. 

And I never liked Churchill, especially since I learned about the cost of WWII Indian territory paid. But that sacrifice gave my ancestors a chance. Among other people's sacrifices. 

That being said, as much as I find it conflicting I am faced with the reality that I feel grateful to Churchill for his choices. And guilt when I face the people of the Subcontinent. 

I'm inspired to hear that I made someone's life easier. 

Maybe my gratitude for the sacrifice inspires someone in that far corner of the world from mine.