The mental battle
We were like metres close to the scene. The big man said something about the person being oppressed not giving them what they want. I don't know what this "thing" is, but the big man ain't alone in this.
"Seems like he's being exploited." Goldy gave out his two cents of thoughts.
"Okay, it might seem like that, but it's possible for that to not be the case as well. I mean, maybe the thing this person is talking about is something that the other person stole from him or something. You gotta think about it that way as well, right?" I asked.
"Wow… I don't get it. The hesitation. Why is it that you have it? How come you're taking this time to decide?" Goldy asked.
"Well, you gotta give it a thought when you make an important decision, right? What if the stand I'm taking is not the right one and I'm hurting the society instead?" I asked back.