“Life is a nomadic journey, Mr. Grapes. A road without trees to shelter us from the rain, without shoulders on which to rest, without lighthouses to show us the way when we are lost. I can’t waste the life I’ve been given by standing still and lamenting the past until my days run out. I must get up and fight; I must keep providing for my family. I must keep moving forward, not just for myself, but also for my daughter and for all those who are no longer with us. Because in the end, that’s why we’re here, right? The only reason we are given life is to live it.”
