My life sometimes feels like a great big boxing ring in which I'm the underdog. It has fight-club rules and I can never get out. Everything that comes into the ring must be knocked out cold, or else knock me off my feet. Sometimes I win by decision, never a TKO, but always, ALWAYS with the black eyes and broken ribs.
So many rounds to go - so many bells yet to ring -- so much pain yet to come -- the short-lived triumphs, over the smaller, light-weight issues, many more heavy welter-weights unfairly matched up with this super feather-weight amateur division.
What is the purpose of what I've learned? What is the value of the wisdom of age?
Is it just a legacy I must pass down to my descendants so that some day they may take the title? -- and again, to what end? To what ultimate end??? and whose goal?? Who tallies the scores?
