The fight

Everyday, we have to fight. We fight for our breath, for our space, for our identity as a human, fight to exist. The level of fighting differs. I have become sedated enough, that often I forgot how to fight, and sometimes, I am weakened. It is part of us, this fighting, and when weakened, it exposes me. So once again, I rouse myself, throw myself into the battle and resume fighting. It never ends.