He who dares nothing need hope for nothing.
As we sail about our lives, conflicts arise as emotions are eradicated by sadness and anger. Fireworks of terror, love, and loss fill the once clear sky. And yet, humans are clueless to see what awaits them as they continue to wallow into self-pity. Each day means gaining new insight and developing maturity. Each day means making plentiful mistakes and befuddlement. Each day means falling in love and betraying others. Each day means one day closer to death. We want to continue living, yet we want to die. We want to love, yet we want to hate. We can say that humans are contrary.
When we're the story, when we're part of it, we can't know the outcome. It's only later that we think we can see what the story was. But do we ever really know? And does anybody else, perhaps, coming along a little later, does anybody else really care? ... History is written by the survivors, but what is that history? That's the point I was trying to make just now. We don't know what the story is when we're in it, and even after we tell it we're not sure. Because the story doesn't end.