Life lands some of the hardest punches. Gut punches that actually land. Punches that bring you to your knees. I’ve been there several times and it’s impossible to believe your own hype and bullshit you run on yourself everyday.
It’s like a great power has been taken away from you.
Some people are still knocked out from that gut punch to the soul that happened years ago.
They’ve never let go and still feel the sting everyday.
And others get back up, brush themselves off and get back in the ring.
When you lose your ego and the ability to bullshit yourself, getting back in ring seems hopeless.
So what do you do?
You look at the ring and drag your ass to it if you have to, one step at a time. You climb the steps up to the ring one at a time. And you crawl under the ropes if you have to.
With shaky legs and no confidence, you stand your ass up. Then you look up at the ceiling above into the bright lights, scan the empty seats and realize something…
The final blow hasn’t landed and you’re still alive. You’re still here. Still breathing. Still moving. Maybe you’re rusty. Maybe your too old. Maybe you’ve got no spirit left. The final blow is death. The question is will you go out of the ring a champ ? Or will you go down fighting?