All my life I thought fighting for what I thought was the right thing to do, however selfish it may have been, was the right thing to do. I know this is a repeat, but it’s worth mentioning again. When you fight for something, even though it doesn’t work out time after time after time after time… What you have is a stalemate. What do you have as either a highly noble individual commas or a wasted life, depending on what you’re fighting for I suppose.

Another very important question; should we fight for something noble, even though we have no chance of winning?

How many of us give up when the odds are against us, just before victory is at hand? How many of us give up before we leave and tried? The wonderful thing about life is that you never know until you try. God loves a man or woman who keeps a faith, who never loses hope.