PHHHHEWWW. Last night's beginning kung fu class was one of my personal worst. Not trying to imply that I am "good" or proficient at the martial arts; but just an off night... No balance to speak of, and every movement was labored and clunky. I came home frustrated, after a couple of deep breaths and a cigarette or 4, I remembered how long and hard it's been for me to get as far as I have in the visual arts. Humility brought me peace. I then recalled Sifu stating that it would be 20+ years before I, or any other listening students, could TRULY perform these forms correctly.
Humility... A discussion with my brother from another mother our engaging discourse went from movies to Faith in no time flat. I believe that all virtues stem from Humility; Humility is the root of all that is good in this world. I recently had a heated argument with a coworker, I succumbed to emotion, and said some mean spirited statements. I felt terrible. Why did I get so wound up? Why did I not react in a more positive manner? These questions labored my conscience. The only resolve was to... be humble. The next day we worked I "trapped" her in the coat closet, and said something to the effect of there is no excuse for my actions, I was out of line, and she deserved more respect. The burden on my shoulders lifted, I felt relieved. Even though I felt relieved, it still bothers me that I did that... I still have so much to learn. But I know that my emotions are becoming grasped more firmly with each passing day. I'll never be perfect. But I know that remembering such incidents and snafus will put my faults and those of others around me in perspective.
Humility... A discussion with my brother from another mother our engaging discourse went from movies to Faith in no time flat. I believe that all virtues stem from Humility; Humility is the root of all that is good in this world. I recently had a heated argument with a coworker, I succumbed to emotion, and said some mean spirited statements. I felt terrible. Why did I get so wound up? Why did I not react in a more positive manner? These questions labored my conscience. The only resolve was to... be humble. The next day we worked I "trapped" her in the coat closet, and said something to the effect of there is no excuse for my actions, I was out of line, and she deserved more respect. The burden on my shoulders lifted, I felt relieved. Even though I felt relieved, it still bothers me that I did that... I still have so much to learn. But I know that my emotions are becoming grasped more firmly with each passing day. I'll never be perfect. But I know that remembering such incidents and snafus will put my faults and those of others around me in perspective.