The fight is won or lost far away from witnesses.
Behind the lines, in the gym, and out there on the road.
Long before I dance under those lights.
Theory is not mastery. Repetition is.
If its systematic you can improve it, over and over again.
Muscle memory, miling, the neural connections go from forming a little string, to turning it into a cable wire.
But what I’ve learned is you don’t control everything in life.
You don’t control what you look like, or how to keep your heart beating, your lungs breathing, and your body from degenerating.
You don’t control who comes into your life and you certainty don’t control all of the lessons that the universe has in store for you.
So you can’t possibly account for how everything will work out, but you know your destiny.
You know what you want and you know why you want it on the deepest level.
And thoughts you can control.
Thoughts contain matter. Thoughts influence actions.
So the self talk is not hubris, or false pride, but its affirmation.
Its an understanding who you really are.
Who else is going to tell you, you are the greatest?
But you always carry your humility with you.
And you carry the same will to act when you are winning or even when you feel like you are dying.
That’s the mind of a psychological warrior.
But at some point the purpose is in a different intensity.
Letting go can be just as beautiful.
The legacy cannot be complete without it.
Everything that has a beginning has an end.
To appreciate life and all its glory, it must come full circle.
But here’s the distinction:
You are gone but never dead. You are away but never forgotten.
The message leaves an imprint forever.
How you lived; be true to yourself and to truth itself.
Its polarizing yet unifying.
Its tough yet gentle.
Bold yet humble.
And now the world needs a new champion.
Not only in the ring, but outside of it.
Who is going to step up and follow what had to be done?
Who is going to perpetuate the legacy?
An authentic life is a full life.
Know thyself and greatness will be yours.
— But if you even dream of beating me, you’d better wake up and apologize. —