The Greatest Fight In All The World / A Post About Meaning…

[Note:  The story that follows is, in part, about a boxing match.  Now I don’t know how you feel about boxing.  You may love it, or you may feel that it is the height of senseless brutality.  I can see both viewpoints.  But this article is not *only* about boxing so, however you feel, read until the end and I promise you a payoff, ok? Good.]

Will I tell you about the greatest boxing match in the history of all the world?

On the 30th of October, 1974 in Kinshasha, Zaire, Mohammad Ali faced off against the most terrifying force boxing had ever seen.  George Foreman was a destroyer of men.  A taker of souls.  Powerful, ferocious, and skilled in equal measure.  To be hit by George Foreman was to be run over by a tank.

Fighters did not get back up.

No one thought Ali could win.  No one.  But, when those who needed a byline for a story, or those who needed an interview, or those who were simply curious asked him what he was going to do in the fight he would say: I’m gonna dance.  I’m too fast.  That big ol’ bear won’t be able to touch me.  He’s too slow.  Slow like The Mummy.  Too slow!  I’m going to dance and jab and dance and jab and dance and dance and dance.

He was lying.

No-one knows if Ali knew he was lying, or whether he just changed his plans on the fly but, on the night of the fight, after a spectacular first round (in which he hit Foreman with a series of punches designed to damage, insult, and infuriate in equal measure) when Foreman’s blood was boiling, and he was truly insensed – crazed beyond limit and intent on annihilation, Ali did the exact opposite of what he’d spent months telling anyone who’d listen he would do.  He didn’t dance.  He didn’t jab.  He didn’t run.  Instead, he lay back on the ropes, put up his guard, and let Foreman wail on him.

The crowd were amazed.  The commentators, incredulous.  His corner, furious.  Get off the ropes they screamed as Foreman threw blow after thunderous blow.  Move goddammit!  You have to move!

But he didn’t move.

Instead, round after round he lay on the ropes, as calm as a man at his desk.  Leaning back to avoid the punches he could avoid, rolling with the ones he could not, and taking square those which he had no choice but to take.  And he was talking to Foreman.  You don’t punch that hard, George.  They told me you punched hard.  You couldn’t pop popcorn, George.  You look like your getting tired.  Better look out, George.  You look like you’re getting real tired.

For 8 rounds this was the pattern: Ali leaning back on the ropes, Foreman wailing on him, and the whole audience watching for the moment in which Ali would inevitably fall.  He has to go down, they said.  He can’t take much more. No-one can take this kind of beating.

But then something unexpected happened.

Near the end of the eighth, in the midst of yet another barrage of punches, Ali peeked around his gloves and saw something.  He extended his arms, pushing Foreman away and creating a little space then, with an almost balletic grace he danced off the ropes, his footwork as smooth and sure as oil on a river.  He cut the angle just right and, at the perfect moment, threw a single punch.

As Foreman fell time seemed to slow.  Ali pivoted with him, his arm poised, but not throwing.  Not doing anything that would interrupt the line of Foreman’s journey towards the canvas.   Ali watched until he hit the ground and then walked calmly to his corner as the referee counted Foreman out.

Ali was the Heavyweight Champion of the world.

As one the crowd in the stadium went crazy, screaming joyeously at Ali (for he had been their favorite all along).  Ali in turn climbed on the corner of the ringpost and pumped his fist back at them adding his voice to theirs as the heavens opened and the African rains, which had been threatening all week, began to crash down.

It was an epic moment.  Beautiful, and wildly cinematic, but many moments are thus.  So what was it that made this the greatest fight in boxing history?  Was it because of who Ali was?  Was it because of the skill of the two men?  Was it because of where the fight had taken place?

No.

The fight was great was because it spoke to something much larger than itself.  The Rumble in The Jungle was an 8 round microcosm of life; an imperfect mirror held up by bloody, gloved hands to the one journey we all share, yet each of us must walk alone.

In the West we tend to glorify youth and perfection; the new, the shiny.  We like things just out of the box, high-end and without flaw.  There are good things that spring from this aesthetic (iPhone anyone?) but it’s shadow side is often a negativity around things like age, sickness, damage, or perceived disability.

If perfection is king, any kind of damage must make you ‘lesser-than’, right?

In Japan there is an art called Kintsugi.  This is something that I’ve written about before.  When a bowl (or other object) breaks it is not repaired to conceal the damage, but instead craftsmen use real gold to mend the cracks and (this is the key) the object is considered more beautiful for having been broken.

Hidden within this aesthetic (also called ‘Wabi Sabi’) is the seed of a much healthier approach to the ever-changing, ever-messy, ever-beautiful process of life.

Because the good life is not a perfect and flawless life, but instead a life of meaning.  A life where the things we do are meaningful to us.  It is this meaning that enables us to endure, even the toughest of times for, as Nietzsche said:

‘He who has a strong enough Why can bear any How.’

Which is good news because (spoiler alert) there are going to be hard times.

You may not like it but for as long as you live you will take damage.  This quiet fact is as inevitable as it is non-negotiable.  You have little to no control over what happens to you and little to no control over the damage you take, but you are absolutely sovereign in both your attitude and your reactions.  Which means you get to choose your own ‘why’.  And when you find a reason worth fighting for, damage and hardship become, not a burden, but a ‘choice.  And in that moment your scars are revealed for what they truly are, not markers of shame, but badges of honor; each hard-won and proudly displayed in a beautiful map of your time here on earth.

Maybe your problems will be huge.  Maybe, at some point you’ll even be faced with your very own George Foreman…

This is not a bad thing.

Why?  Well, let me ask you a question: what makes a story great?  Is it the strength of hero?  No.  It is the size of the opponent.  Think about it.  The bigger and scarier the bad guy the better the story (because stories, like fights, can also be reflections of life.)  Hard times are just bigger challenges if you view them from the right mountaintop, and there is power and magic in simply choosing to endure.  The Rumble in The Jungle wasn’t great because of Ali, it was great because of Foreman.  It was great because Foreman was unbeatable, and yet Ali refused to be beat.

Hard moments may seem unfair, but they contain a gift, for it is only in the very hardest of moments that you get to choose who you really are.

So decide now.  What is truly meaningful for you?  And how will you view the inevitable damage life will throw your way?  Will you decide ahead of time to stand tall and accept the slings and arrows?  To keep moving forward at all costs and wear the scars of each and every day with the fierce pride that they deserve?

Because if you can do that (and I believe you can) and if you can carry on doing it for long enough, then maybe, just maybe you’ll see something.

And maybe in one shining moment life will rise up through you in a glorious wave and you’ll start to dance, and time will slow as you flow forward with a grace you didn’t think possible, careful as a leopard and smooth as oil on a river.  Maybe you’ll see an opening in the midst of the raging hurricane, and maybe you’ll throw one perfect shot.

And the crowd will roar, and the heavens will open, and the rain will come falling down, and all the world will wonder how they didn’t see.

Because in that moment, my beautiful friend,

You’ll be king of the world.

Love – J x


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76 Replies to “The Greatest Fight In All The World / A Post About Meaning…”

  1. Thanks for this gift James. Your writing style brought me right into the ring and the audience. I never knew this story and I’m glad I know it now. I have a situation, don’t we all, going in my life that I got angry about, raised my fist, and raged. I have been keeping the peace for ten years for my daughter’s sake. This situation just pissed me off and I said I do not support it. After that proclamation I felt justice, but then I slowly started to feel uncomfortable because I didn’t want to be that person. As time went on I felt up, down, okay, angry, very anxious, and frustrated. I then realized I want to go back to keeping the peace because this stuff doesn’t feel good and really isn’t me. I needed this lesson to see that keeping the peace is who I am and I do it for my daughter but also for myself; it feels better. So we are in it and moving through it the best we can; I know there are big lessons here; and I kinda look forward to learning them. It’s like when the Dali Lama was asked why he doesn’t get angry with the chinese people and he said because this feels better and laughed. You are right; it is all in the meaning and how we choose to respond, and not how other people think we should respond. Yes, we grow in those times when life brings us to our knees, or presents us with a problem we don’t know what to do with. These are the times we can choose to respond from an authentic place. I needed this life situation to show me that it’s okay to keep the peace, and more importantly it is part of who I am. Your piece reinforced this lesson for me. Thank you, and I love the visual.
    -A

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      1. HaHa!! I didn’t realize it I sent it twice. I typed it and I didn’t see it so then I typed it again. I didn’t meant to be anonymous. You know me, I’m all like hey everybody!!!

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  2. Thank you for this gift. Your writing style brought me right into the ring and the audience. I never knew this story and I am glad to know it now. I could see where it was going; this was a great piece for a metaphor for life and hard times. I have a situation, don’t we all, going on right now in my life and I was quite upset at first and raged and put up my fist and said I do not support this; it is wrong. As time has gone on I find myself up, down, anxious, okay, angry etc. But the other day I realized that’s not who I want to be. For many years I kept the peace for my daughter’s sake, but this just got me pissed off and I decided I would no longer do that; mind you I have been doing it for 10 years. After that proclamation I felt justice, but I slowly felt it wasn’t me. So I am standing in it and dealing with it and so is my daughter. You are so right we grow from each blow, each time life brings us to our knees, and your piece reinforces that for me. It is all about the meaning and our choice of how to respond and not how others think we should respond, but responding from our authentic selves. Thanks James; you’re a great writer and I love the visual.
    -A

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    1. Hey there,
      Thankyou so much for this, for the reading, and for taking the time to write such a heartfelt message. I am so glad you connected to the piece and your words mean a lot to me.
      More power to you in life, big hug,
      – J

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      1. Hi there. You are welcome and apparently I sent my thank you twice! I really did connect to the piece, so much so that it’s still in my head. When I feel out of sorts, it pops into my head and reminds me to be me. So……….. you are in my head; watch out it could be scary in there. The lesson in your piece is living there, kinda just hanging out when needed. Thanks for being part of my squad; I actually never say that; I am totally joking,but seriously thanks for being there. Sending you a virtual hug. You touch a lot of people’s lives in so many ways. Giving out hugs and positive words is really gracious and admirable of you. I always feel better after connecting with you and then I am better for others in my life. And I know you are going to read my comments and respond, which is a nice feeling. Your music touches people, and your generous way of being does too. High five! High ten!!
        Are you making music and drinking coffee right now???? Or hiking??
        The goo goo dolls are finishing up laying tracks for the new album; John did a video of them recording at capitol records the other day. So after watching it like 5 times I had a dream about him, and let’s just say it would not be for all ages -;) Everyone comments on his botox and plastic surgery, but us fans we honestly don’t see that when we look at him. I know this sounds weird, but we see inside him; we see the music and the stories and meanings behind the lyrics. 5 months is just way way too long for my meet and greet, well at least I will have the new album to enjoy and then I will sing back every word. Ok, sorry I got off on a Johnny tangent. Once that happens I have to reign it in; Ok, I’m reigned. lol
        Hope your secret project is going well….. shhhh I got your back.
        Traci Alabama Halpin
        hee hee

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  3. Enjoyed this, and reading the comments and your reply’s, Thankyou. I was reminded of the saying “It’s not the size of the dog in the fight, but the size of the fight in the dog” strength comes from within. Cheerio, Tony

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  4. This…..-> Hard moments may seem unfair, but they contain a gift, for it is only in the very hardest of moments that you get to choose who you really are.

    Thank you for this beautiful reminder of life and all of the moments that move though us. ~Christy

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  5. I just returned from the beautiful island where I was born, scattering the last of my father’s ashes…your poetic words describe perfectly the boxing battle between my head and heart…by allowing myself to feel each blow triggered by grief, I’ve been able to dance away and make my way through to the other side! Your time away in Lisbon looks like it was not only dreamy but inspiring as well…

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    1. First: big hug.
      Grief is an intricate dance, sometimes beautiful, oft times brutal. My heart is with you.
      Lisbon is incredible. The best part is the music. Very, very inspiring.
      Just like your messages.
      All the love,
      – J

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  6. By liking my blog post today, I was drawn to your site to see who you are and what you’re up to. Not only are you a fantastic writer but also turn your prose into poetry. I thoroughly enjoyed this post about someone I remember from growing up with a dad who enjoyed professional boxing. I sat and watched this match with him, and it was amazing and confounding at the same time. May you always have the gift of writing and music.

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    1. Thankyou so, so much!
      I just checked my phone before hitting the sack and saw this. You have made my day.
      You are so lucky to have seen this live, that sounds like a beautiful memory.
      Thanks again, and Keep Up the Good Work,
      All the best,
      – J

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  7. As a senior traveler in this time and space, it is very comforting to see that there are many, many young people that understand this message and carry it with them. Use it as you walk your path. May the force be with you 😊😊

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  8. Beautiful, poetic and inspirational as always. Whole foods for thought! We are the central character in our own narrative and so we must choose to rise above or be swallowed by the journey. Thanks for this timely reminder given in the spirit of kindness and love. :)

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  9. How you tell this spectacular story is amazing.

    I find that my Buddhist practice of chanting Nam Myoho Renge Kyo and showing others through my practice that they too can transform their suffering into great victory is the bigger purpose is my life.

    You’re so right. Great suffering brought me to this practice and now because of this practice I’ve found the power to learn who I really am and how to bring out and live from my greatest self.

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    1. Thankyou for you kind words, they made me smile.
      It makes me very happy that you came to your bigger purpose – I used to know a Buddhist nun and, when I asked her how she came to the practice she replied: ‘Why, the first Noble Truth of course.’
      Suffering is not pleasant, but also not always bad.
      I loved your message. Keep up the great work. Big hug x

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      1. Hugs to you too x

        Suffering I’ve found is a way for me to recognise where I still am not conscious, and then transform it through my practice. Definitely has a purpose. But as I become more conscious, it starts to become about how I can contribute to others’ lives and happiness rather than just being stuck in my lone personal pursuit of happiness

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  10. Hi, James,
    I did write a comment but for some unfathomable reason it didn’t post.
    Now I can’t remember what I said.
    Sorry!
    I loved it anyway ☺️

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      1. Smiles are like boomerangs and circles – – they come back and keep going round and round. :) “I’m happy, hope you’re happy, too…” – David Bowie. Looking forward to discovering the rest… Be well, and Shalom, achi!

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  11. I love you analogue of the two fighters, battling it out. Ali overcoming a formidable, virtually unbeatable foe. Their different techniques. Very clever.
    Always keep fighting never give up, right.
    I’ve heard that said to my husband, regarding his cancer numerous times over the pass year and a half. They’re being kind and I trulyappreciate their kindness.
    I once thought that way too.
    But now I see things differently.
    Ali beat Foreman because he learned to understand him.
    I don’t think force or fighting is the answer to again I think it’s understanding.
    Understanding why we’re ill
    Understanding why someone feels a particular way
    Understanding why we act in a certain way
    Understanding why we think in a certain way
    And overcoming it.
    It’s not an enemy, it’s an in balance.

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    1. Yes. This. This is well said.
      Thankyou for reading and taking the time to comment, I really appreciate it.
      I am sorry for your hardship and wish you the best. If you ever need an ear, you know where to find me.
      Big hug,
      – J

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  12. Never give an opponent advance intel. Not accurate intel, anyhow. Don’t even ‘reverse psychology’ ’em. The opponent isn’t the point.

    ‘You couldn’t pop popcorn, George.’ – lol, that’s hilarious.

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  13. I really enjoyed this post and can relate to your points – eloquently delivered as usual! I am further educated in the history of boxing and I’m fully intending to stand tall, garner my strength, wear my scars with acceptance and deliver something special with the time I have left. Bravo!

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      1. Our cracks let in experience and release our pain. They are necessary for growth. Thank you for the reminder. An intriguing read and a wonderful revisit of one of my father’s favorite moments in pugilism history. Keep up the good work.

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