How do people love after realizing how miserable the reality is? How can people still blow their horn after being beat up and beat up and told and told and told, that you are doing such a meaningless fuck?
Why? Why should people act like this, and pretend, that they could or just believing that someday there will be, the defeat of everything "bad"?
Because there are something living inside us, that lead, that refused, to surrender, to compromise, and ruin.
It's hope, It's love, It's the god you can name it for any kind of name. It's nothing, but everywhere, because it just living, inside us.