Struggle is part of the digestive processes of creation. A moment when concern turns into anxiety, discomfort to helplessness. Facing your demons, the ghosts that lurk at the entrance of every creative action. A moment when we retreat into ourselves, becoming our own adversaries. Turning the total responsibility of the action into bottomless guilt. Guilt without responsibility. Seizing and pervading the entire arena. You are the prosecutor, the defendant, the witnesses, the jury and judge.

The wrestler uses his own potential and sensibility against himself. He knows the weaknesses, strikes mercilessly, savoring the opportunity to expose himself to himself, in private. Confined to the imaginary
infinite space of the self. Freedom of imagination (which is bound to reality) becomes freedom of the imaginary, which does as it pleases, runs wild as it wants.

At the core of the struggle there is always the ego. The self-indulgent self: The (over)thinking man. Reflection that spiraled out of control. And while there is a measure of truth and honesty in the struggle, and while ideals and values manifest in the struggle, the wrestler allows the struggle to overcome him. Falling into a state of frustration and self-destruction. And while often no one else understands why and over what there’s a struggle, the wrestler is nevertheless troubled and thus troubling.

Internal struggle is an inevitability of creative life. Manifestation of facing one’s fears. You cannot avoid it just as you should not ignore it. And like in every struggle, you should strive to come out triumphant: Distinguish responsibility from the sense of guilt. In order to grow and expand, and for the sake of action and life.

Forget yourself.