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My father boxing gloves
We all have that thing one do or place one go, where we can be at peace with ourselves, the place that brings a moment of joy, where it doesn’t matter if you are having a bad day or not there you feel comfortable, where you get to be what you want, some of us find this in sport, other in dancing in reading or writing, even on painting or videogames, for me is place this thing one do is a “ring”. Since I was a little kid I can remember my father teaching me, to stand for the things I believe in and to fight my own battles. Maybe back then when I was just a child he didn’t meant with fists, but what he meant is that I should never settle for less and never give in on any goal I was pursuing . My father used to fight his own evil (stress or anger), by boxing he always used the same red old fashioned boxing gloves, it didn’t matter that his gloves were dismantling they were his favorite gloves, this for him was a way to relax his thoughts and find peace with him, not for the act of hurting or for that good feeling of ground and pound. Watching my father losing his stress trough the fight, it’s how I learned to get peace in mind. As time went by and grew older, my father lectured me about, to do what’s right, that I should be able to stand on my own, to always out beat my own expectations, and to fight for what I wanted, also that having a calm mind would make everything better, by the way he always used a boxing scenario for his references, most of the times he seated with me and told me life it’s like a boxing match sometimes you will have to encounter big fights(Problems in life) as hard as it may seems you would find a way to take over control, but the biggest fight is the one we have with ourselves. Taking his advice, I found that special place where I could find peace, which wasn’t boxing, but Mixed Martial Arts, even if for some seems aggressive, I find every punch I throw every breath taken, relaxing. Now when I look back to the times my father lectured me, I understand what it he really meant, the limits we struggle in every day are just bounded by ourselves, but sometimes I can’t believe everything started with a pair of old-fashioned boxing gloves.
