22/11/2024
Wrestling isn’t about the flawless match,
it’s about the journey, the grit, the relentless pursuit.
It’s about falling seven times, and standing up eight,
about knowing the sting of being ‘bad’ at something
and still coming back to the grind, to the mat, to the fight.
Every pin, every twist, every broken hold,
is a mark on the soul, a lesson in gold.
The path to greatness isn’t a straight line—
it’s a struggle, a stumble, a bruised kind of climb.
And in life, just like on the mat, you’ll find—
it’s not about perfection, it’s about heart,
about refusing to let loss define who you are,
about seeing beyond the wins and the cheers,
to the quiet moments when you stand alone with your fears.
So you rise from the mat, breath burning, eyes fierce,
and you train, not to be perfect, but to be strong,
to be someone who battles the doubts and the pain,
someone who finds meaning in every bruise and every strain.
Because in the end, the only thing that matters
is that you didn’t give up, even when it hurt the most.
You faced defeat, and you still stood tall,
embracing the struggle, embracing it all.
For in the ring of life, it’s not the perfect who survive,
but those who dare to wrestle, to fight, to strive—
to keep getting better, inch by inch, match by match,
knowing that the journey itself is what makes us alive.
