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Rocky Balboa’s Speech to Writers

Sylvester Stallone having a Rocky moment

Rocky Balboa’s son is unhappy about living in his father’s shadow.

In a tense street scene outside of Rocky’s “famous retired boxer” restaurant, Robert Balboa tries to discourage his aging father from resurrecting his boxing career—because of the embarrassing publicity this will invite.

Up to this point, Rocky has been treading gingerly with his son, hoping to rekindle their former closeness. But when his son tries to snuff out his dream of fighting again, the worm turns and Rocky delivers a blistering speech:

“ . . . it ain’t about how hard you hit; it’s about how hard you can get hit, and keep moving forward. How much you can take, and keep moving forward. That’s how winning is done. Now, if you know what you’re worth, then go out and get what you’re worth.”

Rocky was looking into my soul

Although the moviegoer part of me was busy congratulating Rocky on delivering the rebuke, another part of me experienced it on a very personal basis — as if *I* were the target for this lesson in guts and perseverance.

I found myself plotting to keep a clip of this scene on my desktop and replay it at critical moments.

The bigness of spirit with which Sylvester Stallone delivered these lines is undeniable. He may be just a dumb boxer who can barely speak, but he has finally recontacted that wild creature deep inside — the one that just wants to be who he is.

And he’s not going to let anybody — not even his own son — tell him to stuff that creature back into mothballs.

Creative scumbag vs. unquenchable

This conflict felt intensely close to home for me, albeit internalized.

After experiencing several creative breakthroughs the day before, in a familiar, subconscious “payback” (for I don’t know what) I’d crashed down from my state of bliss.

When the movie started, I was feeling like a creative scumbag.

This speech was exactly what I needed to hear and I gratefully let myself be yanked up by the bootstraps.

I went to bed marveling at the unquenchable spirit of Rocky Balboa and woke up to a sunny Sunday morning and the mood to write.

It didn’t matter what I wrote. I just wanted the singular feeling of stretching out that unquenchable part of who I am: a writer.

Sylvester Stallone image courtesy Gage Skidmore, Wikimedia Commons

Milli Thornton


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