Rafael Nadal, The Fighter is Back

There is the fight. Then there are the skills. One is a matter of commitment, a matter of consistency and a matter of definition of oneself. The other is a matter of pleasure, a matter of art and a matter of superiority. The superior gets enjoyment, while the fighter finds it a necessity. The superior is a master of his art, while the fighter is condemned by way of his unchangeable mental make-up to trudge along the painful way. It is red wine to the superior, that which he is the most skillful practitioner of, while it is daily bread for the fighter, what earns him the right to say that he is himself, that without which he loses his identity, his soul. There is Rafael Nadal. And then there is the fight. The tennis court becomes the Colosseum. Everything gets a definition. The vision becomes clearer. The mission, more direct. It is like the Quest World, the Matrix. Perhaps the world gets Laplace-transformed. Even the exponential converges here. Impossibility loses it's meaning...