Peace out

I would choose to leave. I would not be able to live with the fact that everyone in Omelas prospers off  the exploitation of an innocent child. I would run for the hills with the hope of inspiring more individuals to make my choice. When I am depressed or sad, I tend to take the world's problems and make them my own. I'll find myself crying about the existence of predator drones and war in the Middle East, making my initial cause of despair obsolete. I don't know if that makes me an angst ridden teenager or a compassionate person. I would simply go mad if I knew about the existence of that child. I would camp out in the mountains and meditate, live without luxury. I just could not stay in that city. No matter how many muscular dudes begged me to stay and copulate with them, I could not live with the guilt. Pretending that it does not exist, does not change anything.