“Even if we were chasing shadows, our minds were made up. We’d realized along was that choice was the only thing we had left. Maybe we’d fall short. Maybe we’d never even come close. But, someone, someday, would know we tried.”
Maybe we like the pain. Maybe we’re wired that way. Because without it, I don’t know; maybe we just wouldn’t feel real. What’s that saying? Why do I keep hitting myself with a hammer? Because it feels so good when I stop.