I am a fighter. Yes, I am, and this conclusion is not a hurried one. I have found this dominating trait of my persona after spending thirty-one extremities of the humid subtropical climate.
I fight with everybody, everything, all the time.
In office, I fight with the expectations and responsibilities that are levied upon me by my company, my seniors and my colleagues. In my house, I fight with my duties and obligations.
On road, I fight with the probability of an accident; while sitting quietly, I fight with hindrances that keep me away from visiting far-off places.
Working, I fight to find ways to be free; while idling, I fight to find newer ways of enjoyment.
In success, I fight with my ego that is prone to inflation; during failure, I fight to find an encouraging ground.
Awake, I fight with my body that is looking for rest; while asleep, I fight with my dreams.
Who said I have a life?
I have a fight!