The Fighter Inside Us
“...It has been a beautiful fight. Still is.” ― Charles Bukowski, You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense For a long long time, I've been trying to open up this space on my laptop and keep hitting the keys until the characters turn into a passage that resonates the beating of a heart that is still alive. As romantic as it may sound, that's not how writing works. It demands efforts and time. It needs you to sit down and think about what you have to say and how you will say it. It wants you to fight the turmoil that is whirring inside you and write whatever escapes its vortex. Hence, this blogpost. Life is a constant struggle and I believe that this struggle is the greatest proof of being alive. If you are still breathing, you are alive and fighting. And fight you must, for the day we lay down and turn our backs on life shall be the day all meaning and purpose of our existence is lost. In a utopian world, there is no struggle but this is no Wonderland. You ...