Pointless Effort

Where does all the pointless effort go? Things that die without ever giving life to anything else in the world, what becomes of that?

Is there any use in screaming at the onrushing train if nothing you do will stop it? Why do we feel compelled to make the effort? Why struggle against the shackles of the inevitable if it is, indeed, not evitable?

Hope’s a motherfucker. Apathy is worse.