I wonder if this is how soldiers feel the night before a battle.
My siblings and I, we keep reminding ourselves of our goal. In the middle of all the planning, we would find ourselves stopping and going back to the very beginning. Perhaps it is because we do not really know what we're fighting for. Or perhaps, it is because we do not want to fight even given our reasons. All we know is that we have to fight. And fight, we will.
Maybe tomorrow, in the middle of the battlefield, the reason will strike us like an epiphany. When it does, I hope, with all my heart, that it is worth all the blood shed.
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