It's not the hype, fan fare, or limelight. The battle is not stepping into the ring, but in choosing to stand up and take the blows. We each were born already signed up for this prize fight, life. The glory isn't in the finishing, but in the struggle to stay in each round. It is the getting knocked down that creates opportunities to rise again. The bleeding is not a disgrace, just a chance to taste the value of each second. These scars we bear are our testimony of the fight we are in, with dignity and honor. Don't live to the last bell, fight until your final breath.