Cage fighters often state in interviews that no matter who their opponent is—whether they like them as a person or not: they still have tremendous respect for each of them simply because of the fact that they are willing to step into the cage and literally put it all on the line in front of the whole world.
And this seems reasonable indeed. What I don’t understand is why don’t we all relate to each other like this by default.
Granted, not all of us deliberately cut weight to weigh in and face off and take the fight on, but one way or another all of us are involved in it—we are all equally exposed to the elements of the blunt and unsparing arena of life:
We are all fighting pitiless demons haunting our mind and our soul and we are all subject to the vagaries of available resources and to the inevitable degenerative processes ailing our flesh.
With or without much grace: We all fight the little battles that day by day we are called on to face.
There’s a small balcony here, the door is open and I can see the lights of the cars on the Harbor Freeway south, they never stop, that roll of lights, on and on. All those people. What are they doing? What are they thinking? We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing. (Charles Bukowski)