The Boxer

"All I ever wanted was to be a boxer. I still do!" His eyes were lifeless as he gazed up at the sky. What had happened? He felt pain rising from his heart, reaching both his arms and making them unable to move. Just what kind of life had he lived that crushed his spirit so much that he couldn't even cry in dire situations? Where did everything go wrong? His eyes, unable to produce tears, looked at the grave one more time - the grave of his dreams. "I'll be a champion one day, I promise! I promise! I promise!" As he muttered these words over and over, his frustration turned into grief, numbing his eyes. As he continued to mutter and look at the grave in front of him, he closed his hands into tightened fists, seemingly not caring anymore. He dropped to his knees and cried. The lifeless soul had returned back to life. He screamed and cried, and the grief he felt brought firm determination with it. Just what had occurred in the life of this young adult, belonging to a middle class background in an unstable country? His sole wish was still to become a boxer, and that wish remains unchanged. Perhaps his soul had finally made peace with the spirit of it.