From Childhood Fantasies to Punching Bags.

Hey, Folks.
I figured I should inaugurate the posting of the first strip with some sort of grand introduction. That said, I promise nothing.
Classic open-ended essay question: What am I into the Martial Arts for?
I’m in the martial arts because we have a single life and a single body to operate with. It seems dumb not to be a competent pilot. How people move, especially in the martial arts, is so reflective of them as people, that even outside of Capoiera, which explicitly states it, how you fight is a pure expression of your being.
Besides that, I’ve found that the tiny abstract cosmos that exists within a sparring match, fight, brawl, or gun fight, is the most peaceful and simple place you’re ever going to find.
Peaceful may require some explanation to the uninitiated or the hot-headed. Technical skill, speed, strength, these are all a pain in the ass for me to come up with and use to propel me through a fight. I don’t think I win all that often. But what I think I can conjure easily is the right mindset. I crawl into it like into a warm bed, or, if you like, another vulgar analogy. The eyes lose focus while becoming more watchful, and I stop thinking. I absolutely hate thinking. It’s inescapable, though, and after being bludgeoned into exhaustion by an automatic internal monologue, the rest you can find inside a thoughtless brawl is priceless.
There are certainly other benefits. Efficiency of motion, freedom of movement, good health, meeting people, and of course, the self-defense applications are all good reasons to get involved. And you should, if you haven't already, find a little gym or club what’ll teach you the arts of war. Even if only to find a little slice of that peace.

- Reynard

1 comment:

Unknown said...

Hi! Thanks for the heads up. I used to have a punching bag back home but I realized that it's cool to have a trainer with me so that I could do the right positioning and punches.


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