The Warrior remembers the past.
If you have a past with which you feel dissatisfied, then forget it. Now.
It may arrive in the instant when we are doing something mundane, like putting our front-door key in the lock; it may lie hidden in the quiet that follows the lunch hour or in the thousand and one things that all seem the same to us.
Before I die, I want to fight for life.
It is not the life that matters, but the journey.
Life always waits for some crisis to occur before revealing itself at its most brilliant.