Fight is the way of life. But I am not a terrorist or an activist or a boxer… I am normal person who eats, travels, sleeps, works, meets, celebrates, enys, egos, and everything U do. But my fights are mostly like intrinsic. U won’t realize I fight because it’s the way life is and it’s probably the way everybody in and around us live.
Morning I get up fight with my tooth paste tube to squeeze the tooth paste out, fight with the unseen politicians and advertisements through the news paper, take a knife poke it hard and cut it hard and make a vegetable salad, pack the veg fight in a box to bury it down under later.
Twist the lace, stamp the shoes and kick the bike still fighting, move from home to work or where ever. Fight for petrol and give a better fight for FREE AIR. Move on road, overtake an opponent on the road, dogged by another, fighting with my music player to play a better song drive on and reach. Fight for the lift or stairs, fight for work and when I get it, fight not to finish it.
Fight for a cinema ticket, fight for traffic free road, fight my own rules, fight my anger fight my laughter, fighting the sun and rain when they are around giving signs of spoiling the day, fighting for my own limits, fighting for Independence, fighting for justice, fighting for and with my friends, fighting for NO WAR, fight for a new world still fighting myself not to change, fighting & fighting.
I fight aggressively, I fight requesting, I fight bad and good, I fight fiercely. I fight tensely, calmly, handsomely, ugly, happily, sadly. Getting better day by day and still needing a lot more experience.
Fighting for me, with me, against me, by me and all this in my own style.
And now I gotta fight to publicize this blog and u have to fight and like this.
The world is a fine place and worth fighting for. Happy fighting, happy living.
