I hope that if you read this you will come away with at least this one thing; What we do in the martial arts are just that, they are the Arts of War. Don't try to make them something they are not. I am not saying that there are not MANY personal benefits beyond the techniques themselves. But, when you take it down to its very base, what we do... is violence.
I am violence.
Do not mistake me, I did not mean violent. There are those in the world that would seek to do others harm purely for the sake either forcing others to share in their pain or because their sense of pleasure has become sick and twisted.
I am not that man.
I am violence.
I did not become this way by accident. It has taken years of constant practice. It has taken a level of dedication many can not relate to. It was done on purpose, it was done for a reason. It was done FOR reason.
What purpose? What reason?
Hate has its champions. You know many of their names well. Twisted souls that prey on the innocent and powerless. There are even more champions of hate you may not know. These hide behind smiles and social niceties while abusing the very ones they should protect at all cost. Hate has its champions.
Who could stand against these creatures of hate? Who, in their right mind, would WANT to?
I am one. And I know others.
Not vigilantes seeking to be judge, jury, and executioner. Not violent men looking for a reason and moral justification to be violent. Not men who are deluded, thinking themselves handing down righteous judgment. No, men who's only wish is to protect and preserve those they love. Men who would become the very violence they oppose to protect the innocent. Men who seek to be ones of character, honesty, integrity, love, and compassion. And violence. Violence because it is needed to protect these things. Violence not because it's the only answer but because it is AN answer. Violence not because you're truly a violent person, but because truly violent people speak mainly that language, and you need to communicate with them in their native tongue and in no uncertain terms, that you will not allow that.
I am violence. It is always a hairs breadth away. Held in reserve not to preserve your ego, not because I wish to avoid offending you, not because society says that I should. These are all things subjective to circumstance, they could change in the blink of an eye. No it is held in restraint because it is a resource. Not one that you burn up on a whim or at some slight provocation. It is a resource only used when honor and duty demand it. It comes to bear when other options have been expended or are not feasible. But, when it is unleashed, it is not slow, it does not take much time to come to the fore front. It is always just a hairs breadth away. And it is like that on purpose. It is trained to be that way so that you may act quickly, you may act decidedly, and so you may do what needs to be done.
Sigmus pacem para bellum.
Who I Am
Tue, 2nd April, 2013
Who I Am
There are times I wish I could paint. To be able to describe in picture perfect detail how I felt, how I saw the world and how I saw myself. That would be a great gift.
Other times I think it would great to be a musician. To express myself through an instrument or song would be wonderful. To be able to identify with others that felt the same way or could at least empathize with me through a few notes and some words, THAT would surely be an incredible feat.
Or maybe a poet; Rhymes and pithy sayings constructed in such organized lines. Words arranged according to how they sound as well as what they mean. Surely within that medium thoughts and ideas and principles could be shared with others.
Perhaps being a great speaker. Surely a gifted orator could convey himself to the world properly. A eloquent tongue and an extensive vocabulary giving him not only the right word to say but the right way to say it. Such a man would surely never be misunderstood.
I do not posses these gifts. My only form of self expression is often misunderstood.
I am a martial artist.
My body speaks in action. My techniques and martial principles are my vocabulary and my mind directs them; giving me not only the right technique but the proper way to execute it.
My kata are my poems. Beautifully constructed lines each built with a purpose. Each move could have multiple interpretations and only through much study are the thoughts, ideas and principles of masters long gone truly understood.
My hands and my feet are my instruments. They love to play the songs of peace but ever prepare for the dirge of war.
The mat is my canvas. Blood, sweat and tears are my paint. Through constant practice I paint my portrait. Not of who I am but of who I hope to be.