The Prowess of Men

For all the talks of peace and no war, fighting and violence is actually integrated into our life more than we realise. I mean, just look at how a man is defined by his ability to fight. You can't fight, you not worthy of respect and honour. In the wild, where the strongest survives, the inability to fight means death.

Some may argue that brains beat brawn anytime. And I totally agree! But that is not my point today. 

My point is that a man's prowess is highly regarded by society. Look at how Muhammad Ali, the greatest boxer of his time, had the world chanting his name as he fought. Look at how Leonidas, King of Sparta has every boy dreaming to one day grow up to be big and strong and to be the greatest warrior of all time. 

And what better sport to prove one's prowess? 

Boxing!

A sport only the strongest, fastest and the most determine will emerge as a champion.

A sport where one has to bravely stand and face the opponent regardless of injury

and regardless of pain.

A sneaky below the belt punch

The pain of getting punch in the nuts= 9000 del units (160 times more painful than childbirth)

A sport that requires one to deal with the panic and confusion once punched in the face and all strategy goes down the drain.

Boxing offers a thrill and satisfaction gain only from winning a fight. The feeling of triumph when you gain respect for yourself and taking it away from your opponent. 

And also the feeling of being at the top of the world for a brief moment as the crowd chants your name and gives you a standing ovation.

Hell yeah! I would love to pick up boxing :)

If there was magic in boxing, it's the magic of fighting beyond endurance, beyond cracked ribs, ruptured kidneys and detached retinas. It's the magic of risking everything for a dream nobody sees but you. -Eddie Scrap-Iron Dupris, Million Dollar Baby-