My whole life has been a fight. Sometimes fierce, sometimes desperate, sometimes long, sometimes short, sometimes meaningless, sometimes foolish… The list can go on, but the point is that my fight has shaped who I am today. The wounds made me stronger, the victories made me more confident, the losses made me more stubborn. There were moments when I was on the point to give in. There were moments when I thought it useless. There were moments when I stopped dreaming. There were moments when I stopped to dream. There were so many moments, and there were so few seconds when I had time to think about the fight itself.
Indeed, once fighting breaks out it becomes quite challenging to master my emotions. If control isn’t lost totally, there’s the slight hope that I won’t be drained of all energy. Yet, usually it’s quite the opposite as every single fiber of my being takes active part in the fight. It gets high, it gets low, it goes from one extreme to another. The ride is far from smooth. Yet, somehow I end up taking it, willingly, yet recklessly. I trust my gut, even when it’s wrong. I need this fight. I need it for my growth. I need it to understand something. I need it to discover the novelty of the old forgotten lore. I just need it.
Recently I have been told to stop fighting. The point is that the whole concept of my fight was totally misunderstood. Somehow, people tend to think that I’m fighting somebody. That I have entered a fierce competition where I want to prove that I am better than somebody else.
I do know my strengths and weaknesses. I do know when I can be more competent than somebody else, and I do know when I can be less competent than somebody else. But I never fight against somebody as this fight is totally useless, a lost fight from the very beginning. My fight is within. I fight against ME, MYSELF and I. These are my true nemeses.
So while meddling with my fights, just take a deep breath and relax. Don’t rush to judge where angels fear to tread.
The fight goes on.
Keep fighting to become what you want to be 😉
THIS is my letter to the world,
That never wrote to me,—
The simple news that Nature told,
With tender majesty.
Her message is committed
To hands I cannot see;
For love of her, sweet countrymen,
Judge tenderly of me!