Everything we do means something, Ender realized. Them laughing. Me not laughing. He toyed with the idea of trying to be like the other boys. But he couldn’t think of any jokes, and none of theirs seemed funny. Wherever their laughter came from, Ender couldn’t find such a place in himself.

Nobodys life ever goes according to plan.
So why do we keep on planning?
Because that’s how we know who we are. By what we intend to be. By what we try to become.
And fail.
I don’t say ‘fail’. I saw we aim and miss. But we still hit something.

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