Spent the morning staring at nothing but dust and memories. It’s funny... all that fighting, all that conquering, and for what? Just to realize you were fighting for the wrong side the whole time. I used to think being a warrior was about the strength to destroy, but lately, I can't help but wonder if the real strength is in what you choose to protect.
Am I the only one who feels like they're constantly fighting a war that was lost before it even began?