There comes a time, when you lose enough, that you realize it’s time to change. When you stop excepting the bad things as what you are. It doesn’ t mean you’ve lost the war, just found the most worth of which end of the battle line you stand. Things fall apart. We find reason, and reason finds truth, in how hard we decide to fight. And eventually, we give everything, until there’s nothing left. Until there’s no fight left. And in that time, we can grow again. And we’ll be ready.