Surrender is for the Weak
For when you’re feeling you can’t go on.
Frodo: I can’t do this, Sam.
Sam: I know.
Frodo: I can’t do this, Sam.
Sam: I know. It’s all wrong. By rights, we shouldn’t even be here.
Frodo: I can’t do this, Sam.
Sam: I know. It’s all wrong. By rights, we shouldn’t even be here. But we are.
It’s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo—the
Frodo: I can’t do this, Sam.
Sam: I know. It’s all wrong. By rights, we shouldn’t even be here.
But we are.
It’s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo—the
Frodo: “I can’t do this, Sam.”
Sam: “I know. It’s all wrong. By rights, we shouldn’t even be here.
But we are.
It’s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo—the ones that truly mattered. They were filled with darkness and danger, and sometimes you didn’t want to know how they ended. How could the ending be happy? How could the world ever be the same after so much suffering?
But shadows pass. Even darkness must eventually give way. A new day comes, and when the sun returns, it shines all the brighter.
Those are the stories that stay with you—the ones that mean something, even before you fully understand why. I think I understand now. The people in those stories had many chances to turn back, but they kept going because they were holding on to something.”
Frodo: “What are we holding on to, Sam?”
Sam: “That there’s still good in this world, Mr. Frodo—and it’s worth fighting for.”