What fighting means to me.
It is the one place where I can be free of all other obstruction and truly reflect on what it is that makes up my spirit. When I am tired and getting hit, it is the only time in my life where I have been in touch with my true soul.
There is no ego in the fight/flight state of euphoria. There is no hatred or anger, there is not time or space. There is just me. I can't see the crowd and I can't hear their voices, this is not what drives me. It is the warrior within. It the that same adrenaline that one gets when they jump from a plane, except that in this, I have spilled years and years of blood getting here, so the stakes are a lot higher spiritually.
Fighting is my expression. I can't draw and I can't paint, but yet I am an artist. I reflect and project my soul everytime I'm wrestling in practice or fighting in the ring. Fighting to me is not about the punches or about bashing someones head in.
It is about showing myself that I am capable of facing my fears, doubts, and insecurities head on and head up. I feel fear, but as a 'fighter', I look it in the eye and say 'Lets Do This' !!!
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