Leave your heart at the door or have it beaten to a bloody unrecognizable pulp. Keep trying, living, thinking, wanting the dream. The point of it all. A means to an end. Does that it's better to not bother at all? Or does it mean to not be afraid to try because it'd all mean nothing after all?

I'm going to die. I challenge death to claim me. I'm going to keep on with the bloody hurt and live the dream that it'd make the good times sweeter.

What is the point of life if not to die?