Once upon a time there was a fighter. He was the undefeated champion, and a journalist asked him what was his secret. The fighter smiled and said that every single time he went into the ring he was prepared to die. Either he was victorious, or he’d die.
Now, this story acts as a metafor for a simple truth of life: if you’re lucky enough to find something worth dying for, you’ll feel more alive.
For, you see, death is not the opposite of life. The two are closer than we’d like to admit, almost touching, almost becoming one and the same.
Because the world tolerates all kinds of behavior, but it will only worship a kind of commitment that is almost an obsession.
If you are willing to die for what you love, what you love will set you free, but granting you the passion that is needed in order to become great.
This is what makes the difference between people. Not how much we want it, but how much we are willing to fight for what we want.