Giving Up =(

This is totally contradictory to my previous post of never giving up. But shouldn't you just give up because you know fighting won't make a difference? Or fighting will lead to more unbearable hurt? Is it worth it to fight into a battle of an unknown outcome, where you could be wounded deadly and never be able to recover perfectly, would it just be better to be a coward and escape an unpredictable misery? What if love is the prize of a gruesome battle, would you fight for it? What if someone beats you to the prize? What if all that fighting isn't worth the price of the prize? To be or not to be? We're in a chain of constant wonder and puzzlement of what would be the outcome of our actions for love. Love is such a dear prize, where cold tears run down our faces, suffering may touch our skins, pain may stamp our souls, sacrifices that have to be made, all these trouble for what? Aye, for love.