02-13-2018, 12:14 AM
Hi, I'm new to this so excuse me if I'm incorrect.
Your quote from Gabrielle Union led me to believe that this is a metaphor, perhaps for a fight, or fighting, or professional boxing, something like that.
In a fight, you have to, put your hands up; Curl up.
You always have to protect yourself not only in fighting situations, but any moment in life where we may feel threatened.
The onslaught, the attack, stepping forward. You are pushing into your opponent.
In a fight, match or in life you can never regain the minute that has passed.
You can't retreat, you can't pretend, you are present, you prepared for this, you are this, you have become.
The quick moving battle; of life, with life, life continues.
Athletes breath, people breath, remember what you're fighting for, your purpose.
Death is always a possibility, it shouldn't be a surprise, it may be part of the thrill.
Each moment in a fight and in life, like the line earlier, each moment is lost, stolen by time.
Stealing your mortality little by little, hardening your warm, soft, loving soul through the sufferings of life. With each blow in a fight, hardening.
I enjoyed reading and analyzing what you may have meant.
Thanks.
Your quote from Gabrielle Union led me to believe that this is a metaphor, perhaps for a fight, or fighting, or professional boxing, something like that.
In a fight, you have to, put your hands up; Curl up.
You always have to protect yourself not only in fighting situations, but any moment in life where we may feel threatened.
The onslaught, the attack, stepping forward. You are pushing into your opponent.
In a fight, match or in life you can never regain the minute that has passed.
You can't retreat, you can't pretend, you are present, you prepared for this, you are this, you have become.
The quick moving battle; of life, with life, life continues.
Athletes breath, people breath, remember what you're fighting for, your purpose.
Death is always a possibility, it shouldn't be a surprise, it may be part of the thrill.
Each moment in a fight and in life, like the line earlier, each moment is lost, stolen by time.
Stealing your mortality little by little, hardening your warm, soft, loving soul through the sufferings of life. With each blow in a fight, hardening.
I enjoyed reading and analyzing what you may have meant.
Thanks.
(11-14-2017, 10:39 AM)Persadia Wrote: Push
Curl up
Protect yourself
Your head
Your Heart
your Being
The onslaught
Push forward
one step
Each moment a lost one
Nothing to sink into
Nothing to become
The torrent continues
Breathe. Recall the Reason
But death, ever present. cutting
Each moment a thief
stealing your soul
steeling your soul