These souls are 2 dark: part 2

Constant death wears on you, after a while. Many a time, the game has caused me to toss my controller down and take a break from it out of frustration. This, in a dark fashion, mirrors life.  We stumble through life, sometimes even striking gold (Or in Dark souls II's case, a large soul), but without concrete knowledge that that really IS success. Why do we continue our journeys when we know the end is only, and always going to be our own death, usually to great anger on our parts? Though this point of view might appear to be vehemently nihilistic, there's actually a kernel of hope buried in there. The message that I read from the seemingly endless black pit is one of self-determination. Not in the sense of an iron will, but like a compass. There may be no objective reason we keep on throwing ourselves down the path, but we still do it. This is due to our own drive for it, something that we've fashioned for ourselves. There really doesn't need to be a "truth" in order to justify continuing soldiering on, all we need is a declaration from ourselves that "this is what I'm going to do". Regardless of reason (or lack there-of) we can do things. We have the agency to do this. Despite knowing that death is the only thing that welcomes us with open arms at the end of it all, we can create our own meaning for it. It's not all just a black screen with a morbid declaration upon it. Fearing death must mean there's a reason for us to be alive, even if that reason is entirely self-conjured.