Boxing as a Metaphor for Life

“Protect yourself at all times…!”

The bell rings, symbolizing the commencement of a bout,

By the end of this fight you’ll know what life is all about,

Just make sure you make it through without getting socked in the mouth,

Keep elbows down to block incoming punches, possible uppercut,

Leave no openings otherwise the void gets filled with a reality check,

But you kept your head up as you sped up the tempo,

Absorbing the adrenaline of that memento,

Don’t lament the times you missed a hit, it’s a reminder of what you can do next,

Constant change of strategy, forcing me to adapt to all surroundings, as it transforms right before me.

They say the punches you don’t see coming hurt the most. That’s parallel to how our greatest setbacks and losses are unexpected. And it hurts the most when you get hit by one whom you thought was a friend. Not only did you not see the punch coming, but you didn’t even realize your own friend was in the arena fighting with you the entire time. As the saying goes, “With friends like that who needs enemies?”

The thing about it is… the red flags were always shown to you, we were either naive, not aware, or we just didn’t pay close attention. And when you are in this ring we call life, we must be aware of who our opponent is for one. Secondly, we have to observe the pattern of their movements. Watch how they move around you. The footwork is key to knowing their next moves, and how they will charge at you. Footwork gives you the signals, and you are to adapt to the rhythm in order to dodge all hits precisely. Watching how they move, gives you a foreshadow of what’s to come next. That way, you are prepared to counterreact effectively. Boxing is not only physical, but rather it requires you to be pensive. Without command of the mind, the body does not move nor abide.

Are they moving funny? Listen to all that little slick stuff they say that they try to play off as a joke, be keen to see all the little details, and connect it all. And when you connect it all, your punches will connect because you’d master the art of reading lips and non-verbal language. It can even get to a point where you can damn near read their mind! Because their shiesty moves become predictable, especially once you know where they stand (Remember the footwork?). You’ll be able to see with which fist they’ll punch with next and from what angle. Angles, as in perspective. We must be very speculative of how people move, and selective of whom we allow to get close into our personal circle.

As the old saying goes, “The closest ones will hurt you.” Look at how close two opponents are in the boxing ring. They are very close. Close enough to break a nose bone if they can, and/or if you allow it.

You have to be very resilient to survive this life, otherwise your mind will wither away at every punch you take. At least try to block and dodge hits, some decide to let it slide like the Vaseline on the boxer’s face, as fists swipe across each time. Some people just gave up even trying to put up a fight.

But you were selected to participate in this bout for a reason, they knew your skill level. They knew you could handle it, so do not rob yourself of the ability to see your own potential shine through.

Published by Yasira Akamai

Wife. Writer. Poet. Artist. Lyricist. Born in December 16, 1995. Mexican-American. Southwestern US born -> Grew up in the Chicagoland area & Northwest Indiana (mostly East Chicago) -> moved to a warmer place living that Southern coastal life. I've been writing since like around the late 2000s. Depression and anxiety was swallowing me and I had difficulty trusting others, so I decided to confide in writing. It started off as Spanish songwriting, then it evolved into English poetry, prose, and short stories the more I improved my English grammar and vocabulary. I once had to take ESL classes, until it was determined that I didn't need to anymore around middle school. I became so dedicated to writing that I just did it everyday, and it served as my daily therapy as I was battling with negative thoughts. It put my mind in a state of meditation where it opened me up to many ideas and inspiration that I lived to create. I began to notice that I could write and speak things into existence with my words and actions. I had to find myself, and search for the power of the mind. Blog posts written by the author who goes by the pen name, Yasira Akamai, are intellectual property that belongs to the original author.   ©2021 Yasira Akamai, Power_of_the_Mind_Blog

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