The 'Wrestler' in me

I see a wrestler in me. one that resembles the Mickey Rourke's character in the movie of the same name. I mean 'The Wrestler' in this case.

I see a wrestler in me who would continue to wrestle just because he is not good in anything else in life, other than the thing that he does best. and its self imposed.

I see a wrestler in me who might fall into the trap of being in the business of pursuing his selfish dreams that when he comes back to the people who'd matter, they're not there for him anymore.

I see a wrestler in me who thought that loneliness is something he could deal with but grow old to realise that he has screwed up on this aspect of the prediction and is simply going to be lonely.

I see a wrestler in me who is trying to act cool for no one but himself.

but what am i doing to not become like him? I really dont know. in fact, much as i see the bad effects and the very real portrayal in the show, this morbid side of me kinda wana trod to that ending.