Fighting the Good Fight

Sometimes fighting the good fight is over rated.  Not every good fight is a worthwhile fight.  Every once in awhile the very fact that you are fighting is the problem.  The warrior striding out into battle, never lays his weapon down, because if in fact they did, the likelihood is that they would become the martyr.  The separation of the cause.  

Nothing would change, you would be standing in the battlefield without deflection.  Without safety, without defense.  The only course of action at that point would be accept it all, accept the defeat or the oncoming situation as it were.  Accept that you are powerless or in your sacrifice could convince yourself in and of itself was powerful.

Accept the fact that nothing would ever change.  Nothing would ever be any different whether you fought the good fight or ended the good fight.  A sacrifice.  A simple event.

Or is that giving up after dreaming, living the Warrior's Way?  To what end will we come to in this acceptance of this world.  What happens when the fighter stops the fight?