dedication
How can someone quest their whole life for one thing? Letting one thing consume them to the point, and sometimes past the point of reason. Maybe it's a willingness to fail utterly, to lose everything set against the idea of getting the thing that haunts their dreams, occupies their every thought. Is this love? Or a frenzied single-minded lust? I'm loathe to dedicate myself to one thing, the things I have given myself to having ignominiously rejecting me in a most unspectacular and soundly unanimous way. Yet...I will do it again. I'm not complete yet, and every time, less and less of me comes away.