Sometimes I just accept that my life has been destroyed and that's my fate, so it's OK. "Karma, I guess."

But then I'm reminded that it wasn't just my life, but the lives of so many innocent people... I remember then all the good things that we used to have that they destroyed in the worst ways possible.

They infected the minds of billions. This is not OK.

I suddenly remember. That I have a reason to live, to fight.