That's the way it seems sometimes... to me, anyway. I know there's probably not as many of you out there as their used to be, keeping up with the fretful adventures of the artificially intelligent, but to the faithful, I humbly thank you. You inspire me.
Its been hard to find a muse lately. I guess I've gotten sucked into the workaday world without a lot of consideration of the deeper significance of what goes on around me. Time is marching on, more and more quickly I find and I wonder if, when its all said and done, anyone will be able to look back on the collective memory of my existence and find the crowning achievement; the moment of fulfilled destiny when the stars aligned and I was the right man, in the right place, at the right time. I guess I have a hero complex, but whether its to my benefit or detriment is yet to be seen. I've always wanted to save someone. I've always wanted to be the guy that helps his friends more than anyone else. But is that what it takes to achieve your destiny?
Must you have a Hollywood moment, when you stand on the hill, and stare into the sunset and know that its up to you to save the world? Or is one tiny bit of positive influence on even just one other person enough to make it all worth while? I guess that's up to each of us to decide, and for history to judge.
Now before you all start forming intervention groups to keep me from doing myself in, let me reassure you that I've not gone off the deep end! I think I just needed to think introspectively for a moment and I wanted to share it with you. I hope it stimulates a thought or two in your own mind.
Funny though it may seem, I'd have to say this deep thought was brought on by a relatively simple thing: a true feeling of accomplishment. Its something that I haven't genuinely felt in quite some time, but with the events of yesterday, it all came back to me in a splendid rush.
I believe I mentioned in my last substantive post that for the past few months I've been taking karate. And, as I previously eluded to, last night, I earned my yellow belt. I cannot begin to stress to you how mundane of a thing this really is, but its been the impetus of major change in my attitude of late.
The karate school I attend usually does testing once a month, and it will usually only be every 3 months or so that anyone is due to actually rise a belt color in rank. So it was last night, and the style of testing was more rigorous than what I had seen before. A cursory glance at my profile pic will tell you everything you need to know about my physical fitness and stamina, so the fact that I'm even out there and kicking, throwing and falling is really quite something. I bet its a hell of a sight too. LOL :-)
I've never been very motivated when it came to getting up and working out and trying to stay in shape, but karate has been a very different experience for me in that regard. Going with friends, and having an excellent motivator for an instructor has put me down the path to doing things that I never thought I would be able to do in a million years.
But back to the testing. For last night's test, we had to demonstrate that we'd learned the new techniques taught to us that month, but more importantly, we had to spar (in full protective gear) with the instructor. I had the benefit of going first so that I could be done with it. In truth, I was merely the instructor's (who is a 4th degree black belt) warmup for the other people in class he was going to spar with. We did one, two-minute round of sparring, and may I just say that it was the longest two minutes I've been through in quite some time. Before we began he promised not to hurt me or throw me to the ground, and he was true to his word. Not surprisingly though, he still bested me in virtually every way. In the most dramatic display of our bout, he demonstrated amazing control while teaching me a valuable lesson.
At about 1m:30s into the match, I was really starting to get tired and I was letting my guard down. I tried to land a kick to his chest but he threw it off with ease and like lightning he recoiled and, though he is shorter than me, delivered a high kick to my head. He chambered and unloaded the kick at full speed and literally stopped within an inch of my unguarded face and held it there for a few seconds. Shocked, I sprang back and couldn't help but stop for a nervous laugh. He reminded me to keep my guard up at all times. Had this been any sort of real altercation, I would have, at that point, been well on my way to La-La land, and probably minus a few teeth.
Lesson learned.
In the end though, when he presented me with my new yellow belt and congratulated me on all the things that I've done these past few months, I couldn't help but swell inside just a bit. When one begins to explore new challenges (especially ones that would've repulsed me a mere few weeks ago) and you succeed... well, it certainly does embolden the spirit. Perhaps the leopard need not be spotted his whole life?
It will undoubtedly be several months before I'm ready to test for my next belt, orange. Until then, I'll try to keep coming back and filling you in on the latest from my adventures in the martial arts and everything in between
Until then, try to keep it intelligent.
And to my friends near and far, much love...
