To be always responsible

I sat in complete silence. In utter despair and at the same time, I felt too much life and a desire to live, a desire to act and never be afraid of anything.

I sat still and in front of my eyes I saw myself. I saw myself being killed, but before that I was simply being held in a prison cell, where it was very cold and damp.

While it was night outside the window, too quiet, too beautiful, my thoughts were occupied with the most terrifying scenarios. I could have been a good director if I had wanted to.

But I chose the path of the philosopher, who immersed himself too much in philosophy and thereby made everyone aware of the reality of their lives.

There was a man sitting next to me who was also looking out of the window and when I looked at him it seemed to me that he too was afraid of something. He turned to face me and stared at me intently.