Going to think about being a martial artist… A true martial artist.
The fact is, I don’t really care about anything else than martial arts anymore. Still, there was a time when I didn’t even know about the existence of them… Enter the timeline: age 6 to 10! Umm, well… about that, at least…
I was weak. Really weak. If not physically, then mentally. I *did* have muscle strenght (of course, because I’m naturally quite big), but within it, there were many flaws… First, I had physiological problems with my vestibular system. To put it here in a more comprehensible manner, my balance sucked. And so did my orientation skills. Second, my reflexes were below average. Also, my eye-hand coordination was awful. Let alone eye-foot coordination, which I was forced to improve at taekwondo later on.
And then again, I was also mentally quite weak… I had a strong personality, kinda, but I lacked in willpower. The worst possible combination. I was bullied at school a lot and a lot more after that. It even grew out to be physical harassment, and it seemed that the teachers in my school had even less willpower than me. Or maybe they simply didn’t care. Dunno, but even now thinking about it gives me chills… It could be said that I hold grudge against my childhood… No one wanted to be my friend… I got to know loneliness. I got to know Solitude.
The only one that seemed to care about my problems was my mom, lucky me that I had one. Not that it would be anything out of ordinary, but I still consider it lucky. At least someone to get a sense of security from. And she had me take taekwondo classes for self defence after I got beat on the school. From the deepest abyss of my heart, I now thank her… Abyss, because that’s what it has become. I was 11 at the time I started Tae Kwon Do.
Though I say I thank my mom, she really wouldn’t think it’s worth it. As some of you might already know, I’m aiming to the very top of the fighting world, dedicating my whole life to the martial arts. And that does not really make a caring mom happy…
So, I started training. As you could probably tell, I had a hard time with an martial art while carrying those very physical problems… But Tae Kwon Do was the best thing that could possibly happen to me at that time. Having discipline, improving willpower… And the fact that taekwondo focuses on legs, reflexes and balance, it was the scariest enemy of those weaknesses I had. Actually, in the 2 years that I was training on the taekwondo, I almost completely got rid of those. Also, I got mighty much self-confidence and willpower, and though the mental harassing never stopped until this day, it feels like nothing… And the physical one… Well, you’re welcome to try it!
After that I had a few years of “rest”… At the time, I considered martial arts just as self-defence. Three years got by, I was starting second year on high shool and then something in my brain went very wrong… Even now I really don’t know what triggered it, but I just snapped and went on martial arts streak. I managed to somehow get on a few months onwards to the end of school and then I quit. Did random jobs for half a year and got enrolled into another school, this time studying electronics. And in a year I already had grown bored of it…
Now, 2012! The last five years have been quite intense in the terms of training, and it seems that while I had to start at a level way below others, I learn at least twice as fast as most of them… I’ve noticed my training takes leaps every now and then, learning to use my bodily mechanics even more efficiently… Trying different things, experimenting… Having new ideas almost once a week… No wonder that there’s been some of ideas that work!
And now ahead… a year’s worth of education to become a massager… Well, that’s just to get a legitimate profession. After that I’m going to put up a martial arts business to bleed my philosophy onto the young of this world…
Yours sincerely, Mournclaw!
