Daily Fight

Every day is a fight in the ghetto. I eat. I train. I sleep. Sometimes I take a hit. Sometimes others take a hit. Today Hasan took a momentous hit. A drop kick square on the jaw. He returned to the wastelands of Amigos. He will eat chips. He will eat milkshake. He will indulge. And he will begin his training again. He will eat. He will sleep. He will train. You fall. You get back up. You do not lose hope. Such is the cycle of a man on a quest. An eternal, ethereal, elusive quest, but a quest worthy of every drop of blood, sweat, and tear. The dream remains alive, albeit a glowing ember. Surely one day, the ember will bloom into a raging fire; a fire that will burn in one's heart spurring one on in the daily fight in the ghetto.