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The Philosophy of The Fighter

Why would someone fight? What could possibly motivate a mentally healthy person to get locked in a cage, in their underwear, and have a fist fight with another man? If it’s not for ego; if it’s not for vanity; if it’s not for pride; then why? Why would a good person fight? What could possibly be the philosophy of ‘The Fighter’? What happens when it’s no longer a trauma response? What do we do with the strength we acquire? What would a good philosophy for a fighter be?


Well, let me tell you what I think.


It’s to try to fly. 

It’s to push yourself past your perceived limits.

It’s to believe in yourself when the world doesn’t.

It’s to demonstrate one of the most special qualities of the human spirit—perseverance.

It is to take what was once broken and in pain, and change.

It’s an attempt to write a new fate.

It’s transmuting suffering and hate into gold.

It’s an expression of the soul.

It’s to break Sisyphus free from his curse. 

It’s for glory.

It’s for legacy.

It’s for freedom. 

It’s to inspire others. 

It’s to face your fears. 

It’s to rise to your fullest potential. 

It’s to carve out a slice of this world for you and your lady. 

It’s to lead. 

It’s to help those with a cancerous anger in their hearts.

It’s to help the mentally ill.

It’s to break stereotypes.

It’s to feel confident in oneself and have a swagger in one's step. 

It’s to sacrifice yourself.

It’s to grind, building up the body and mind. 

But 

Mostly

I think why

We fight

Is because a few us

Really do believe 

That one day

We will fly.


-CH 10/28/25

 
 
 

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