Life is like boxing
Life is like a boxing ring. Thoughts are fists, light and quick. Words are a fight. The ropes around the ring are prayers.
A lot of people are watching the fight. Friends - cheering and supporting. Bystaners, indifferent, betting on a winner. Enemies, wanting you to loose.
There may be a lot of people around, showing their support, but at the end of the day, you’re on your own. You do the fighting, no one can really help you. There maybe a lot of people screaming your name, but you still feel lonely, just about to run out of your last drop of strength. You may hear instructions, do this or do that… Everyone seems to be an expert in boxing.
There are times you start loosing, and even think of giving up. But there are close friends who are willing to bend the rules. They jump into the ring and sometimes take the blows that are aimed at you, just to give you time to recover. They hurt and bleed there with you. They feel awkward, but they stick by your side no matter what. They didn’t call a week ago, to ask if you wouldn’t mind them doing that. At times like that, they don’t care what you say or what others think. They just know that they have to be there for you…
Life is like a boxing ring. Thoughts are fists, light and quick. Words are a fight. The ropes around the ring are prayers. I will fight till the end and the belt will be mine.
