agent smith: why, mr. anderson? why do you do it? why get up? why keep fighting? do you believe you're fighting for something? for more that your survival? can you tell me what it is? do you even know? is it freedom? or truth? perhaps peace? yes? no? could it be for love? illusions, mr. anderson. vagaries of perception. the temporary constructs of a feeble human intellect trying desperately to justify an existence that is without meaning or purpose. and all of them as artificial as the matrix itself, although only a human mind could invent something as insipid as love. you must be able to see it, mr. anderson. you must know it by now. you can't win. it's pointless to keep fighting. why, mr. anderson? why? why do you persist?
neo: because i choose to.
- from The Matrix Revolutions

what a monologue.

but what a response.

when it seems pointless to keep hanging onto nothing but hope, when it looks as if all of one's efforts are in vain, when one gets disillusioned.

why keep fighting? why persist?

because i choose to.