Jaded

How do you decide what's worth a fight? What determines worth? You could be gritting your teeth and fighting day in and day out for an end thats hollow in it's existence. What if you fight for an illusion, that alternates between visible and invisible and becomes a shimmering golden light that leaves you blind, clutching thin air? What if you remain pumped and enthusiatic for something that cackles at your eagerness, while you smile at the world in that benign way that you seem to have mastered by now?? What if you're outnumbered, like you've always been, except this time you're fighting yourself too? What if you slipped?