Thursday, 9 August 2012

About life and boxing

Life is sometimes like boxing. You train harder and harder to be able to defeat your nemesis in your next big fight. You learn his moves, how he thinks, how he reacts - you become his shadow in order to finally get him down. Time passes and you get ready to rumble. The decided thoughts are now in a peaceful state, right before the announcement of the contestants. In the left corner you stand as a challenger. In the right corner is your nemesis - or should I call it objective as it sometimes happens to be? 

All what you prepared for months, sometimes for years, is right here within your grasp. You know how to defeat him and overcome him. Your heart starts to pound louder, covering the screams of the public. They want blood, and you are here to make him bleed. A perfect combination. The bell rings for the first round. Timidly sure about yourself, you advance forgetting for an instant all that you learned during all your training. Rapid successions of blows keep going and coming in all directions, still all fair, but they’re all an appetizer for the real exchange coming later. Another ring. First round is over. 

In your corner you feel you have a chance. He still believes you don't. A new ringing echoes in the arena. This time he comes for real, going hard on you. Your slight hesitation made you being cornered. Blows keep falling like a summer rain but you hold on tight. Then, you stop thinking. All that you learned comes naturally and the change of tide is arriving. The public cheers, both coaches lose their voices over orders that only your subconscious can hear. Damn bell. 

Out of confidence you sit down loudly, smiling. The testosterone pumps fast. You can't wait for more. The bell rings another time. This time you run into him. 

Block, block, counter, attack. Dance like a bee, sting like a wasp. You are taking the upper hand - all the way. He is dangerous but you know him better than he knows himself now. Spoiling the moment the bell brings you both the corner of reality you call life. 

The sound of the bell is now your wake up call, you jump ready to finish him once and for all. 

Block, block, counter, attack. All goes black. When you open your eyes, the brightness of the cellar lights almost blinds you. 


You hear the voices around you far away as when you wake up after a nap at the sea side… 
1
You realize that he knocked you out 
2
All was in vain, he got your upper hand. Or did he?
3
Your body is still not willing to obey, and your spirit is still shaken.
4
Shall you stand up and fight again?
5
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