I'm going to tell you a story about boxing.
The rumble in the jungle was a huge match between George Foreman and Muhammed Ali. It was the fight of the century and the first time we saw the rope-a-dope, a strategy Ali invented where he lets his opponent wear himself out by beating the shit out of him for a few rounds.
It looked like Foreman was winning the fight. He rained blow after blow after blow on Ali, to the ribs, kidneys, face. Ali was taking it and everyone thought he was done. Ali came back suddenly in the eighth round, knocking Foreman out with two seconds remaining.
So what happened? What changed? I'll use
Foreman's own words:
"I thought he was just one more knockout victim until, about the seventh round, I hit him hard to the jaw and he held me and whispered in my ear: 'That all you got, George?' I realized that this ain't what I thought it was."
In that moment, George Foreman knew he had lost. And he did.
In life we get our ass whooped. Sometimes we're hanging on to the ropes, half dead, exhausted, and the blows keep coming at us, hard and fast.
Is that all you've got?
You are a fighter. So fight