I was just given the book, Warrior of the Light by Paulo Coelho. My girlfriend visiting me this past few days has kept me away from the laptop. For this I am grateful for. We've had some enjoyable days of parties, bike rides and food meet ups with my friends so they could finally meet her. We have also had some deep discussions as our conversations tend to be filled with laughter, truth and insight. I see being with this woman for quite some time and I'm ready for all that a loving relationship has to offer. During this weekend however I was lets say reminded of just how miserable seeing someone happy can make a jealous adversary.
Without going over the particulars of this would be enemy, I am reminded of the importance in my training and teaching of one's opponent. Your opponent or enemy is you. They show you where you are strong, weak or completely blind. What better lesson is there in life when life pushes back? Life can manifests itself into a singular moment that will shove, jab and rant at you; begging for a fight. Here, the warrior's training shows.
I have adult white belts that are soon taking a huge step and performing a Blue Belt test where they will have to execute over 110 techniques in person to me.. They are bone tired and weary from thinking about them all. They have beaten and been beaten back by all the of the men in the school. They are ready cause they have an immense respect and honor for their training, their school and the enemies that fight them on the mats. This afore mentioned opponent in my personal life does not. I cannot tell you how important it is to know yourself for when those slings and arrow come your way. I train so I can become a mountain, a monk and water that defends, meditates and eludes what life throws at me.
This is real as you know how the human condition can turn from laughter to rage with the change of the wind. You see their heated bellowing, public shaming and ignorant cruelty is nothing more then a wounded dog screaming for help. They are fearful of their own darkness. Pitiful pleads show the truth of your own darkness and the strength of your training. I don't train in martial arts for tournaments or ribbons, I train for my life. I'm highly disciplined and skilled. These virtues that I practice daily in the dojo extend to all aspects of my life. They affect all that I encounter. I am eternally grateful for this knowledge. I train so that my enemies will one day become friends for I know my enemies were once me.
So I'll just end this post with Coelho's words. "His gratitude, however, is not limited to the spiritual world; for he never forgets his friends, for their blood, mingled with his on the battlefield."