The comforting fantasy is the idea that we can throw up our hands and say "We lost."

Losing is easy. It demands nothing from us. Losing has no call to action. If we've lost, then there's no fight left to be fought.

The reality is that the fight is always worth fighting. And that sucks, because it means we never get to give up. We never get to say "It's over", and stop caring. Caring is a lot harder.