View from the balcony this morning. 

Invested in every morning is the potential to rise above the smoldering ruins of days past or embrace the ashes with open arms. No matter what this sunrise may bring... for the next few hours of darkness, I am free.

I got up earlier than usual this morning. The calm of the city before the commuters flock to their offices was unlike anything I have experienced here thus far. As I ate my breakfast on the balcony and gazed into the gray landscape in front of me I lost myself within the moment.  

My mind was occupied only by the thoughts of one man. A  man without name or origin, a man whom knows no distinct beginning nor definitive end. A man who exists within each breathe and knows no influence other than his own experience, a man who's mind races each night with thoughts of a better tomorrow, a man who burns in the waking sun of his vision, one tomorrow at a time....

My opponent for March 28th pulled out last week, my management and the match-makers for W-1 are working diligently to find another opponent for me. I have not stopped training, I will not stop training... I owe it to myself and those who believe in me to stay on track. I have become accustomed to these set backs, but have gained a stronger sense of purpose and determination living each day to its fullest.

I am training my ass off for an unknown opponent I imagine is training harder than I am... each day I wage a war against myself that does not allow for weakness nor victory, a never ending cycle until bell rings and the real test begins.