Every person has the power to change their fate if they are brave enough to fight for what they desire more than anything.
But my whole life has been a matter of fighting for one simple hour to do what I want to do. There was always something getting in the way of my getting to myself.
Why do we fight? Because we were born.
When you’re struggling with something, look at all the people around you and realize that every single person you see is struggling with something, and to them, it’s just as hard as what you’re going through.
When the rich fight the rich, it is the poor who die.
When a man cannot fight he should curse. The gods like to feel needed.
We had to fight, because to decline battle was a defeat.
We create gods and struggle with them, and they bless us.
Was a struggle to choose one’s own destiny less worthwhile than the necessity to stop a great evil?
To fight for each minute is to fight for what is possible within yourself, so that your life and your death will not be like theirs.
There are occasions when it pays better to fight and be beaten than not to fight at all.
The terrible dilemma of our lives. Whatever happens, it is evil beyond compare. Why struggle, then? Why choose? If all alternatives are the same…
