Every time I fight

I have fought over a woman once. No, more than once, always for the same woman. And then, suddenly, she choose another path, and all my fights, all the times I saved her, were just irrelevant. I wonder if now I would be able to fight with the same passion, with the same devotion. Probably I just need someone able to shake me and love me at the same time as she did.

I have fought so many times standing for other people, for their freedom, for they ideas. But sometimes I think I haven't fought enough for my ideals, for my freedom. I always manage to hurt nobody more than just some bruises. Every time I could choose, I hurted myself more than the others

I have fought for my life once. All right, more than once. But just one is the time I can't forget. Only the single time when I had to choose between two life: I choose mine, and I killed my opponent. Can I forget the eyes of a man who is dying by my hands? I can't forget. I can't forgive

Avoid, rather than check.
Check, rather than hurt.
Hurt, rather than maim.
Maim, rather than kill.
For all life is precious, nor can any be replaced.

That life was lost. I can't forget. I can't forgive. I can just learn from that, as every time, I can just grow for my mistakes.

If a man dwells on the past, then he robs the present. But if a man ignores the past, he may rob the future. The seeds of our destiny are nurtured by the roots of our past.

Every time I fight, I try to think first, to act only if I can't avoid, to hit only if I can't turn aside. And always try to understand, to be compassionate. And most of the time I end up fighting with my opponent instead of against them.