Find Your Fight!

Caution English and grammar police, stream of consciousness piece follows:

A composite voice speaks, "gotta get yer fight on!" as Mystic Stylez era Three Six Mafia (at that time they were the far more menacing and occultist tinged Triple Six Mafia) beats kicks in. A montage film reel of me getting my ass motivated and back in shape rolls.
Public Image Limited proclaimed "anger is an energy." Adversity IS great catalyst if you allow it to be. Or you just roll with each metaphorical punch until you get one really that connects with yer jaw and knocks you down for good.
Punk Rock was a means of thumbing our noses at society and a lot of us embraced the apocalyptic, nihilist side of things and welp.. then we started to grow old. We've lasted too long and witnessed these horrific reunion gigs that should never have happened. We've been betrayed by all these truer than thou, harder than you, nailed to the X for life schmuckoids who've taken their bloated drunkard asses on tour to preach gospel that they haven't subscribed to in 20 years back to (m)asses. When you sift through the motivations behind these individuals/groups there as easily narcissistic and ego stroking as all the characters that were their targets in the 70s and 80s.
So what now? You don't want to be the puppet getting shoved around by the government and corporate entities. You don't want to get beaten down by these insurance/credit card oppressors. You can do a runner like The Business. Or you can not fall into debt. You can watch your health, eat real food and not all that boxed, high fructose corn syrup crap.
The most radical thing you can do, is take care of yourself. eat right, exercise, think positive thoughts and breathe. Never mind the bollocks of the shit boss. Mend that broke edge. Take that hate edge out on the treadmill.
I've had the most erratic gym attendance over the past year. Did the whole skim and bounce weightloss, lost a few, gained a few more and then back and forth some more. What the fuck? I had the fight and threw in the towel before the round was up. Gotta fight the good fight. I can get bogged down in all the isms and miss the immediate frontline that is drawn. Here, now, me... this is the battle ground. Now I gotta declare war and pummel through the mine field that is my mind.