Life is like a boxing ring in a way. You , being an amateur boxer. At the start of every fight you get into the ring with all the zeal and courage you could possibly sum up. You are inspired, motivated. You know you are going to make it this time around. You get beaten and bruised. You bleed. Your face gets distorted. You cry in pain. the bruises are so bad that you know that they are going to leave behind scars. And you also know that these scars will always be there to remind you of the scrutinizing pain you had endured. They may fade away with time but they will NEVER leave you. But still, you don’t cry out for help. Why? Because you know no one can help you. It is jus you in there. Fighting all by yourself. Giving it al you have. Still believing in the fact that you will be victorious. But suddenly .CRASH ,BOOM,BANG! Reality hits you hard on the face and you realize that it is all over. You've lost. Yet again. You get frustrated and angry. And you scream with all your might "I am never going to get into that damned ring
again".
Then the next match is scheduled and there you are standing in the middle of that very same ring, raring to go. What makes u do it? Why again? You are not sure yourself. It cannot be the money ‘cause there ain’t any. It cannot be the fame ‘cause that doesn’t exist. Then what the hell could it be??????. Its probably because of the
people who believed in you and whom you never want to let down. Or its probably because you feel you have no choice. Its too late to change ways now. Hmmm.....or maybe, just maybe it is because you think that someday YOU 'WILL' WIN!
