Outpost

People try to make sense of things, and if they don't know the answers, they make them up, because for some, the wrong answer is better than none.

Yet sometimes being a friend meant letting people do things that hurt, like putting distance between you, just because it made them happy.

If so, I couldn't imagine how the opposite gender [males] managed to get out of bed in the morning. They might be lovely to look at, but clear thinking wasn't their strong point.

"Did he die well?"
No, I thought. Nobody did. They just died.

"I appreciate your courage and loyalty, but what good is throwing away your own life?"
"It's worth nothing without courage."

Perhaps that was the point; life, if you did it right, meant learning and changing. If you didn't, you died - or stopped growing - which amounted to more or less the same thing.