I could go into their reality any time I chose to, but they could never come into mine. This is what I called 'helping' them.

May we each find in ourselves the courage we forgot we have, to see the beauty we forgot is inside us, while battling the demons we forgot we can slay, on a battlefield we forgot we can win.

We’re all just people making decisions and accepting consequences as we march toward an impending and inevitable death.

Fighting makes us feel alive, until it kills us. If it doesn’t kill us, the pain of sitting alone with ourselves, quietly, under constant assault by our own thoughts and memories of war can easily be enough to make us wish we’d died in battle instead.