cerebus wrote:Does anyone here ever think that maybe they have developed "tunnel vision" as far as martial arts is concerned? Do you ever step back and ask WHY you train Kung Fu in the first place? Is it for health? Self defense? Have you accomplished your goal? Are you neglecting LIFE in favor of minutiae?
That's a tough question since so much of this shifts over time.
I was asked a similar question 29 years ago as I started down the path. A very wise man asked me, "Was the art a vehicle of expression for some inner need that I was unaware of or did I think acquiring the art would add something to me that I did not have or make me into something I felt deficient in?"
That was really tough to honestly answer.
He told me the litmus test was this:
"If tomorrow, you couldn't do the art any longer what would happen to you?"
If you fell apart and found yourself in a crisis of sorts then the art had you and you were dependent upon it for something external of sorts - status, wizard of oz syndrome, trying to patch over fears of weakness.
However, if you could move on and find some other activities to express that inner need, then you had the art i.e. it was the vessel that you filled - you were not a vessel being shaped by the art but rather you were shaping and filling the vessel - the art was now the vessel and you would choose how, where and what to fill it with.
As the years have gone by (1986-87) I've heard this from many of my fellow practitioners in one form or another - if I only had one more form, one better throw, one better punch then I would arrive and I always asked, "Arrived where and with what?"
My suggestion, and it is only a suggestion since you really only know where you are at is to ask in a very sincere and reflective way, "What have I neglected or not attended to in order to train one more hour, acquire one more form, perfect one more throw, develop one more punch etc. etc.?
It really is all about balance.
The answer might surprise you by forcing you to reorder the priorities of your practice and I think this becomes more critical as you pass the 50th year and start to realize no matter how hard you train you can never beat life and there will always be someone out there who can punch harder, throw better or breath more deeper and look much "prettier".
A more important question put to me was, "What type of person have you become and what ultimately do you serve?"
Once I got this in my head and then into my heart, it all became a matter of thinking in terms of process rather than outcome (I still struggle with this as there is no final arrival no final place of destination)
Whether I knew one form or two hundred forms, whether my punch was stronger or weaker was of little consequence to me - it all then boiled down to whether I really enjoyed the practice for its own process or whether I was driven but some external outcome, like acquiring a reputation of "master".
Today and for the past 5 years or so I walk, almost daily, a 3 mile trail in the Cuyahoga Valley National Park, passing the beaver marsh, muskrats at work, changing weather patterns. I have walked this trail since 1988 or so and at times it has been weekly, sometimes monthly, sometimes for physical health, sometimes for reflection and emotional health, sometimes simply to get out, sometimes alone, sometimes with my wife, sometimes with a friend or two.
The one thing I have recently become acutely aware of is that I am never bored and it never boils down to being the same old path.
I walk it now because it has more or less become a part of me and I a part of it - more and more my martial arts practice begins to feel like this and this isn't some earth shattering mystical insight or finally feeling Qi and understanding it all, becoming an immortal.
No its very simple - it adds a pleasure to my life and I feel better with it than without it. I couldn't necessarily say that about my martial arts practice in the early years but I am more confident of the feeling today.
I feel no driven need for the approval or disapproval from a master but am always open to the insights that others may generate.
I also feel no obligation to adopt or refute them nor prove that what I know is of greater value or whether I feel that what I know is of lesser value - its a strange place to be in. LOL
Now I think I then understood why some go off quietly to cultivate their practice, indifferent as to whether they take it to the grave with them or share it with others.
Leaving no footprints behind in the "Red Dust" now makes perfect sense to me and the god of achievement is slowly losing its grip around my throat - I can almost breath again! LOL
Its like the satisfaction you feel after eating a good meal and knowing that you did not stuff yourself for fear of not getting enough.