Wonder what its like to be Cage Fighter. Its not about violence or the hatred. But for the physical and mental toughness of becoming one. Being able to see oneself in the mate in their, while giving and taking rough punches, hits and throws, teaching each other what life is all about. And to get used to the sensation of that physical realm where pain and hurt is nothing.
But there's no denying, i will spill my blood and splean in the beginning, bones and ribs will crack. But hopefully they will repair them self for another fight.
Wishing there are some insane cage fighting in high altitude Himalayas , in case i end up there. But my myopic eyes which become so by playing crappy video games in childhood, sitting close to the television will be a bane and put me in disadvantage. I cant put my glasses , because i imagine that's the first thing thats gonna change its shape and fly away with a punch, probably injuring my head.
But I don't need to think about my stutter any more then, in a cagefight.
To end the post,as someone said, its not the destination,but the journey that matters more
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