A little treasure I just found in my files, handwritten in Bic pen, but not dated. I suspect I was a high school senior:
I cannot remain sane unless I forget our insane society.
I cannot live with myself if I let myself forget it.
To remember the oppressed and torture myself in my remembrance
or to retreat from the problem and torture them with my apathy.
This is my predicament.
To live my life without harming others.
To do my part in helping others.
This is my vow.
Some things stay the same your whole life.