OOOOOOOOOoooo, this can go so many which ways.
I fight life:
With my mind.
By trying to predict future outcomes.
By becoming attached to EVERYTHING.
When I feel depressed.
When I do not move my body enough.
When I do not accept.
When I fail to recognize the inherent quality of its impermanence.
By not living fully.
Because I am afraid for it to end.