The Unrelenting Life is the Best Life

By Luke Durling

This might sound extremely rude, but I think it will make a better impression than you would initially expect. 

I, oftentimes, don’t enjoy being considered a member of the disabled community.

And, oftentimes, want to be included in the groups I am not in.

It’s not like I want to cast aside any notion of my connection with the people who are in the demographic. Heck, I want to help my fellow brethren. Making the world a more accessible and aware place is in my dreams as well as flesh. I don’t think I will or can ever stop fighting for those who need a helping hand. 

Much like Rocky Balboa, I tire of fighting on occasion not because I don’t understand the importance of it, but because I am either physically run down or my mind is simply afraid of being hurt. The Italian Stallion was always a fighter, but he was always human as well. Rocky wanted so much more than punching and scars. So, he sought out those things, love, passion, family and friends. However, he never stopped fighting. Fighting made him better. Fighting made him stronger. A life of fighting made Rocky complete. Win or lose. fighting made Rocky complete.

However, the fight never ends, and I, frankly, often find myself lazy, distracted. I only have so much time on this earth, making time a factor that is even more of an enigma than it typically is. In a time of instant enjoyment, fulfillment, I find myself unfulfilled in an endless wave of things that are supposed to be entertaining. I find myself content in content that leaves me uncontented, not pleased, drowning my life in it until I realize weeks have passed. 

In essence, I find myself addicted to a false fight. 

Far too often have I found myself wanting to delay typing until my next video, my next post. This very article has been ruminating in my head for months, waiting for a day that would only come when I was ready to fight for it.

The fight should never stop, though, because it’s always worth it. 

No matter what you think or feel in this moment, fighting, living, loving your true life is always, always, always better than waiting it out. 

You might not always even understand fully what you’re fighting or staking a claim for. Do you know how broad the disabled community is? I can empathize and sympathize, support as well, but I cannot possibly fully understand it all. This is perfectly fine. Same applies to any other community, There are going to be things that we simply don’t understand about each other or certain variables of things. As long as we fight for and grow around these things we love, we will always know pleasures.

Sure, we may also know strife and pain, but we will always have those as facts of life. The things we love enough to craft, research, respect, stand up for will never leave us or become something we are numb to, no matter what our fear and doubt tells us. 

So, while I might not always be the best defender of my extended colleagues in arms, I will always be there to fight for and to love my fellow folks with disabilities. The response might be small, but it is always worth it. Let us all be aware of this and go forward facing what we love, who we are with our full. unrelenting souls. 

Don’t let the punches leave you down. I’m here for you, I’ve got my towel and my hand ready if needed. The bell’s not tolling yet. Might as well fight on.