Post by Eron Hunter on Jan 7, 2021 15:01:30 GMT -5
Scene.
Night.
The Stars shine bright. It is a calm January evening.
Night. Speaking in a Tranquil tone.
“The day approaches. The day in which, the man they now call Night will set foot on that ring again. It is a moment of superb feelings. I am amazed at how much a man can experience and endure. Amazed at how much a human being is able to feel and live to tell.
After that injury sidelined me for these entire months, I sometimes had doubts in myself. Doubts about the fact if I would be able to surpass that very injury and fly high again, In the endless skies of the fighting world. Doubts if I would be brave enough to surpass the fear I felt whenever I was about to perform a wrestling move again. That fear almost strangled my passion for the fight.
Almost.
Because my desire to fight, my hunger for wrestling, was stronger than that fear. I am a rich man, because I am able to feel passion about things. Things like fighting. The amazing moments a human being can experience in these intense moments are, sometimes, impossible to describe.
Yet we fighters are able to share these moments with our adversaries and our fans. The people, be them standing in the opposite corner or filling the arena, are able to experience what we experience. They feel the intensity of the fight. They can live the moment, just like we fighters do.
That’s what's called empathy. The amazing ability to see the world with someone else’s eyes. We humans are capable of that. That’s what differs us from beasts. This ability makes it possible for the fans to cheer us on, In difficult moments, and adversaries to foresee our next move.
Humans are amazing beasts. Supreme to wolves in intellect and emotion, yet sharing that same drive and hunger for action. Brought to us by history, by our ancestors. That is why, even if we are capable of inventing so many things that make our life easier, we need emotions of supreme nature. That is why people fill these very arenas, and cheer for their favorite fighters.
That is why a fighter, even if he’s down and out, finds in himself the drive and might to stand up again. This drive differs from fighter to fighter, though. As far as I am concerned? The drive is supreme. It’s this drive, the might to stand up again and again, that has helped me conquer even the most difficult and apparently insurmountable of difficulties.
I am a fighter. Born and shaped in and from this world.
Many others are, too. That’s good so. A fighter needs competition, in order to exist. If there would be just a single fighter in this world, that fighter would be none. Because he wouldn’t have anything to fight. It is the existence of our adversaries that makes fighters out of us. The desire to compete that we find in ourselves, though, differs from fighter to fighter. Not many can stand up again, after being thrown around like a rag doll over and over.
I, am one of those that will stand up over and over again. No matter the might of the enemy. No matter the difficulty of the fight. I will stand up and be ready to fight, no matter how many broken ribs I’ve suffered. No matter how bruised and battered I am. I will stand up again and again. Because I have two things pushing me to the limit.
My unending thirst for the combat, and the cheers of the fans.
Yes, the fans give me might. They know whom to cheer. That, in itself is enough to give an adrenaline push to any fighter. Hearing them chant your name over and over again, makes even the most apathetic of humans able to feel high and mighty.
The fans are by my side, that gives me power.
And not only that.
The memories I bear in me drive me forward. Those memories of ages past, give me strength and might. They help me soar high. They help me achieve my dreams.
That’s why I can fly.
It’s because I believe in my dreams.
That’s why I am calm. Because I have reasons that drive me forward.
I am successful because I know I can be beaten, but never defeated.
There is something that helps me achieve grand things. That is called belief in myself.
Makes me calm, in the middle of the storm.
Makes me…
...Tranquil."
Scene over.
Night.
Above everything.
Cut.
Night.
The Stars shine bright. It is a calm January evening.
Night. Speaking in a Tranquil tone.
“The day approaches. The day in which, the man they now call Night will set foot on that ring again. It is a moment of superb feelings. I am amazed at how much a man can experience and endure. Amazed at how much a human being is able to feel and live to tell.
After that injury sidelined me for these entire months, I sometimes had doubts in myself. Doubts about the fact if I would be able to surpass that very injury and fly high again, In the endless skies of the fighting world. Doubts if I would be brave enough to surpass the fear I felt whenever I was about to perform a wrestling move again. That fear almost strangled my passion for the fight.
Almost.
Because my desire to fight, my hunger for wrestling, was stronger than that fear. I am a rich man, because I am able to feel passion about things. Things like fighting. The amazing moments a human being can experience in these intense moments are, sometimes, impossible to describe.
Yet we fighters are able to share these moments with our adversaries and our fans. The people, be them standing in the opposite corner or filling the arena, are able to experience what we experience. They feel the intensity of the fight. They can live the moment, just like we fighters do.
That’s what's called empathy. The amazing ability to see the world with someone else’s eyes. We humans are capable of that. That’s what differs us from beasts. This ability makes it possible for the fans to cheer us on, In difficult moments, and adversaries to foresee our next move.
Humans are amazing beasts. Supreme to wolves in intellect and emotion, yet sharing that same drive and hunger for action. Brought to us by history, by our ancestors. That is why, even if we are capable of inventing so many things that make our life easier, we need emotions of supreme nature. That is why people fill these very arenas, and cheer for their favorite fighters.
That is why a fighter, even if he’s down and out, finds in himself the drive and might to stand up again. This drive differs from fighter to fighter, though. As far as I am concerned? The drive is supreme. It’s this drive, the might to stand up again and again, that has helped me conquer even the most difficult and apparently insurmountable of difficulties.
I am a fighter. Born and shaped in and from this world.
Many others are, too. That’s good so. A fighter needs competition, in order to exist. If there would be just a single fighter in this world, that fighter would be none. Because he wouldn’t have anything to fight. It is the existence of our adversaries that makes fighters out of us. The desire to compete that we find in ourselves, though, differs from fighter to fighter. Not many can stand up again, after being thrown around like a rag doll over and over.
I, am one of those that will stand up over and over again. No matter the might of the enemy. No matter the difficulty of the fight. I will stand up and be ready to fight, no matter how many broken ribs I’ve suffered. No matter how bruised and battered I am. I will stand up again and again. Because I have two things pushing me to the limit.
My unending thirst for the combat, and the cheers of the fans.
Yes, the fans give me might. They know whom to cheer. That, in itself is enough to give an adrenaline push to any fighter. Hearing them chant your name over and over again, makes even the most apathetic of humans able to feel high and mighty.
The fans are by my side, that gives me power.
And not only that.
The memories I bear in me drive me forward. Those memories of ages past, give me strength and might. They help me soar high. They help me achieve my dreams.
That’s why I can fly.
It’s because I believe in my dreams.
That’s why I am calm. Because I have reasons that drive me forward.
I am successful because I know I can be beaten, but never defeated.
There is something that helps me achieve grand things. That is called belief in myself.
Makes me calm, in the middle of the storm.
Makes me…
...Tranquil."
Scene over.
Night.
Above everything.
Cut.
