the Fight Club

Sometimes when everything around me gets all blurry, when it seems there are only walls all around me, it makes me think if there really is any point in this. In this fight. This battle.
When all seems totally hopeless it makes me think of what´s the point in all this. Why am I running to this dead end? Can I really win this... is there even a chance to win this? If I can´t be even a little bit certain I´m gonna win in the end, am I fighting all in vain?
Doing this all for nothing, giving this all for nothing?

But, what is it really? What does it really mean? To Fight, I mean.
When we have things in our lives we really want to fight for even not knowing what the result is going to be.. the guestion is I guess.. Would it even be called fighting if we did know we eventually are going to win? Is it fighting for something if you know in the beginning that if you just keep doing this long enough, the result is going to be as you want it to be?
Or, is it.. that.. when you really have to fight for something... it´s like there never is any certainty about the result, but there is only this one little thing that keeps you going... this little beam of light... called Hope. A chance... of something good waiting there in the very end.
And of course.. to fight..there must be something worth fighting for.

So, if I really want to fight for my cause, It means I just have to live with the possibility of loosing, live with the fact I can´t be certain of what the result is going to be. But still hold on to Hope. Because that is what is going to keep me going. As long as it takes. As long as I´m willing.
That,I guess is what it means to fight for something.
And, whatever happens. Whatever the result turns out to be. At least I´m going to live knowing I never gave up but fought... for what really matters.
So, I think I join the Fight Club.