Science is like running an ultra-marathon.
It doesn't matter for how long you're gonna suffer. It doesn't matter if you sweat, bleed or puke.
You have to cross the finish line, no matter what.
But there are two differences.
First: there is no finish line. You have a mirage of a finish line, but once you get there, you'll find out that someone has moved the line a little further. So you will keep going, until, eventually, you die.
Second: there is no cheering in your race. No happy faces high-fiving you or encouraging mottos for you. Just a bunch of assholes, ready to tear you down, drag you down, eat you, destroy and ruin you for no reasons. Just because you might step on their feet, or just because life has been bitter with them and they want to make you feel like what they feel. Or, (and this is the best one so far) just because -as they told me- "You're alone out there in this world, and nobody loves you".
But just like when you're running an ultra, you keep your pace.
And you're doing it because you love it, just like running.
And you're doing it because you love it, just like running.
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