It deppends on the type of warrior but I will try to explain using the Samurai. I think with them the value of the moral is of high importance and determined their lives:
The samurai considered death as something they had to be always prepared for and thus, whenever it was needed, they would sacrifice their life "for a greater good" they knew it was something it might happen anyway. The idea of trascendence is something we have to be also aware of; They thought that what you do in this life will affect how you start the next one (reincarnation).
Let's also talk about a "negative" way of sacrifice; The seppuku, where they took their own life by cutting their stomach with a sword when they considered they didn't follow properly one of the eight most important values as we can see in any of the samurai codes or books like Hagakure or the Bushido code. these eight codes are: Justice, courage, mercy, politeness, honesty, honor, loyalty and self-control.
Not only life they would sacrifice but also money, food, social life because these things might be a distraction or a cause of desire whic leads to suffering.
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That is true.
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it also makes you weaker because not eating for a good amount of time, your body starts taking away from your muscle sense it's not getting the nutrients it needs
The first time most people fall for E.B. White – certainly the first time I did – they are 6 or 7 or 8. In 1952, “Charlotte’s Web” made him the New Yorker writer with the largest grade-school fan base.
I fell in love with “Charlotte’s Web” because, when White talked about grown-up mysteries like love and death, he was as honest as a punch to the jaw. Many years later, I fell in love with “Death of a Pig” because, covering the same subjects for adults, White was as straightforward as a pie to the face.
Here are the facts of the case: A gentleman farmer (and New Yorker staff writer) ventures out to his pig enclosure one September afternoon and discovers that the hog he has nurtured through spring and summer has lost its appetite, gone listless. An obstruction of the bowel is suspected. The farmer, his dachshund and a veterinarian preside over the pig’s decline, until it dies alone a few days later, sometime between supper and midnight. The pig receives a graveside autopsy and is buried under a wild apple tree. The farmer accepts his neighbor’s condolences (“the premature expiration of a pig is, I soon discovered, a departure which the community marks solemnly on its calendar, a sorrow in which it feels fully involved”) before taking up his pen and telling the story “in penitence and in grief, as a man who failed to raise his pig.”
