Kung Fu

  My relationship with kung fu has always been up and down. I have told my story multiple times on this blog and it still baffles me today on where I am now because of kung fu.

I started kung fu because my friends grandparents got the name of martial arts wrong. He actually joined tae kwon do and I joined kung fu. The direction of my life was separated by left door kung fu and right door tae kwon do. I feel normally on that situation one would quit to join their friend. I did not. I thought it at the time to be impolite to quit after I joined. 

  I stayed many years with kung fu after the fact my friend even quit tae kwon do. I was never truly interested in kung fu at the time. I went week after week of classes of simply just existing and thinking everything that kung fu is made of is a waste of time. I had this train of thought from orange belt to 2nd degree brown belt. It took a very long time to get there, but I was just a blob moving through the motions. I knew the moves and the steps, but I had zero intent. I was a truly horrible student. I only stayed in something I despised for so long because I thought I would hurt the sifus feelings. 

  One summer I took some time off kung fu and then just never went back. I was finally released from the shackles I turned kung fu into. I was gone for 3 years and then an extraordinary event happened. My mother earned her black belt. I believed her chasing a pipe dream about getting a black belt, because I believed the school was unfair. So when my mom got her black belt and I went to her banquet I was proven wrong. She accomplished to what I thought was the impossible. 

  I had found a renewed vigour for kung fu. I started to realize what kung fu was trying to teach me finally. Everyone at kung fu was always pushing me to become better, to be the best me possible. I realized the great potential kung fu had for me. I found every form I had to re-learn and learn the new ones to be exhilarating. I no longer held myself back and earned my black belt.

  Since my mother has earned her black belt I have never been bored to do the same form or technique over and over again. It always felt new and refreshing. I feel as though I get to live my black belt life as a professional white belt. I have learned time and time again my life is better when I have kung fu in it; because I practice more often what kung fu teaches. 

  I may have times in my life where I won’t get the opportunity to have lots of kung fu in my life, but kung fu will always be there for me. My fellow classmates and teachers and friends will always welcome me back at kung fu. Kung fu is a place where I can be me. I won’t always make the best choices in life, but kung fu has helped me greatly to always find my way back home. 

   Well this was a shorter one of my blogs, but thank you for your time and effort to read my blog once again. Anyways here are some numbers.

Acts of kindness: 400

Km: 263

Sit ups: 4600

Push ups: 4600

Da mu hsing: 72

Drum stick form: 100

Spar: 108