“And I know it hurts, and I know it’s hard, and I know anything we can ever do is a tiny drop in an ocean of pain, but what else do we do? Do we watch the world burn around us and throw gasoline on the flames? Do we drink and drug ourselves into oblivion and float away despite the pain of everyone else? Do we lay down and die right now and get it over with? 

Well I say NO. 

I say we get up, we tell the void to fuck off, and we keep working. Because eventually something has to give, and, even if it doesn’t, we can sure as Hell try. And maybe trying is all we can do, but we can do it, and we can take away little bits of pain. 

Even if that’s all we can do, it helps. 

Even if it never matters in the end, even if everything crumples into dust eventually and the universe will never know about us, we can help. 

And maybe, just maybe, that ocean isn’t infinite. 

Maybe there aren’t enough of us right now, but what if the next generation can add enough onto what we do? Or the next, or the next? 

I say, if there is any hope at all that we can, not even stop this, but take a few fragments away, we keep fighting. We keep clawing at the void, for as long and as hard as we can, and we teach our children to do the same. 

Because that’s all we can do, but it matters, at least to the people we do it lift. 

And we need to remember that. 

People matter. Even if it’s only for a century or so, people matter. 

So we stand up, and we do this, and we keep doing it. 

We do everything we can. 

Even if we have to rest sometimes. 

Even if we get exhausted. 

Even if we may never see what good it does in the end. 

We. Fight.”