Ramblings of a Swaggering Fool
First of all this is not intended to persuade anyone to become a fighter. The last thing I want is a new generation of two fisted half wits like myself. I would rather people help the world by using their heads as something other than a speed bag for a blood-lusting pugilist. That being said I’ll carry on with this here blog thingy.
Someone once asked why I like to box. I told them that a man with a good strong pair of legs and quick hands could do a lot of good in the world. Imagine if "Money" Mayweather gave his purses to cancer research, or to help feed starving children. **** imagine if everyone who made more than they needed gave back to the world that was so kind to them! That’s why I train. Fighting’s all I know, dad taught me to fight, mother always said to be kind, so I combined the two things I was raised with.
then they asked a question that hurt more than any low blow I ever had. "Why do you like hurting people?"
Shite, I always wanted to use my fists to help people, I knew every fight wasn’t a tickling contest, but I always acted self righteous and stood on a high horse. Thinking I was going to be better than every other fighter who bought fancy cars and diamond watches. I was trying to buy a stairway to Heaven. Now I have to look at myself in the mirror, and can’t help but wince a little bit.
"I don’t want to hurt anyone. They know full well the risks involved"
Man I was full of shit. I was still punching guys out as a pass time. I couldn’t mask the masochist inside me.
No matter how many people I help, it’s only second hand, while everyone I harm is literally hurt by my own hand.
I have to remind myself. "Violence is not the answer, but there are some things worth fighting for…?"
No point to this blog, just rammbling.
