The Price - Date Unknown

It’s the pure things we’ve lost. 

Bravery, valor, honesty, good will. 

They don’t mean what they used to, if anything at all.  Like most other things in the wake of this, they've been sucked into the void, lost to futility and nothingness.  The hardest part of all of this is dealing with just how little I can do in the face of this awful landscape,  how even the best in me isn’t bright enough to keep us out of the dark.  That despite my efforts to hold onto the best memories of how things used to be, they’re dead and gone when I am.  They’re part of us, and as this awful thing takes its course, it will not separate us when our time finally runs out.  I suppose at the same time there is some comfort in knowing that.  Along with all we’ve built and are so afraid to lose, so will the worst in us be destroyed.  The savage, the cruel, the greedy.  Maybe that’s the price we're paying for bearing such awful children, for letting the very worst of us run rampant for generations.  This is the cost denying our own darkness, and our inability to stop it.  Now the brave charge to die in pointless deaths, valor goes unseen, honesty gets you killed, and good will drains the very life we try to hold onto.  There’s nothing to be found in anything less than the selflessness of survival, and perhaps that is the only pure thing we have left anymore...