In the end..
What good was a fight without an ending? I believe I saw the purpose of life in this war, when it finally ended, when everyone was exhausted beyond belief, that it ended for good measure. For me, the instinct was first to despair about the sadness, but soon it was washed away in slumber. When I woke up, nothing changed, there was no revolution. We have to do it for ourselves, we have to fight, we have to love and be there to support the ones who fought so hard to end the war,