She says that I am like a moth going to the candle light, I know I
will get burnt and die, but I cannot stop going, it is in my nature.
After some thinking I realized how true it is. So many times when I
could just walked away when I knew the battle was already lost, but I
kept on going because I had hope to save the day yet I got killed,
slaughtered, at the end.
This is my biggest weakness and the greatest strenght, I refuse to
give up. Like Don Quichotte, or as I would rather prefer to think a
General Patton type with a soft spot for gentler things in life..
I have been wrong in this area so many times recently -- it is really
sad. At least there is no lying about it, no more. I still got
slaughtered in the end and got left to rot.
