Toy Story
Sitting
waiting for a private class to come in and my mind drifts to how many times I
have sat on the floor waiting for people to come and learn the arts I teach. My
mind drifts back to all the people I have taught in my martial arts career, when
I made the leap to teach fulltime, there were very few instructors making a
living at doing that unlike today; martial arts have become so like the
consumer culture of today;
A toyshop
of Martial arts.
I think back
to when I started the arts, I had to travel all around the world from a very
young age (gaining my black belt in Ninjutsu at the age of 20 years old) to
gain the knowledge I have, and the 35 years of practise has helped to develop
me as an artist and a human being. People nowadays seem to demand that you
pamper them, and if you can’t give them (in their eyes) what they want you are
thrown away like an old broken toy. I know the development of martial arts have
grown, but has it grown into a “pot noodle “culture? Were it being ready in 5
minutes and if it is not all hell breaks loose. Looking at kids of today, they
seem to have lost their patience, if the site they are googling does not pop up
in an instance their whole world falls apart, or they don’t get an instant
replay from their friends they spiral out of control.
(they hate me, they are blanking me, I am
never speaking to them …. Wait! they have text back the world is in order again)
When I
started training we were firmly told it would take many years of dedication to
learn the arts, and we excepted that because I was brought up watching Kung Fu
(young grasshopper) on the television. This filled me with awe watching people
dedicating their lives to learn about the arts, and about themselves in the
process. Somewhere from me starting the arts and now the patience has gone
(about 35 years), and impatience and the student is always right culture has
risen in its place.
When little
Jonny goes into a martial arts dojo nowadays after his first “taster” session
he is signed up locked in and bigged up unbelievably to the point of embarrassment.
They even charge you more for a special programme, and you hang a black belt on
a wall as your goal; they are missing the point of martial arts, it is the
journey that makes you not the goal.
Some days I
have what you might call an out of body experience, where I step away from my
physical being, and look down on myself getting choked or punched in the face
and think why am I letting someone do this to me or this really hurts today!
Jumping back into my body I get on with the class in hand and try to forget
about the pain in my muscles where people have practised punching them or the
pain in my wrist elbows and shoulders were someone locked me so hard I have
lasting damage in most of my joints. Like a well-used (abused) toy after the
naughty lad from the toy story one has had his hands on you.
Speaking of
toy story, I must admit I do feel like Woody from time to time when Buzz
Lightyear comes on the scene. You get students they train with you for a few
years then all of a sudden, they see someone or something else they want to
train with because it is becoming popular or trendy, so just like Woody it
feels like I get tossed in the corner like the old cowboy doll that I am. I
have no wings or laser beam and they are the next must have toy! I really
sympathise with Woody because you just don’t feel that you can compare to the Buzz
Lightyears of the martial arts world.
This is a
martial arts toy store for everyone nowadays and if you are not careful before
you know it you are at the back of the shelf in the corner hoping one day you may
be found, and sold in the out of date stock sale! It might just be my age
catching up with me … (don’t say a word) or it could just be my ego being hurt,
as I can’t roll around the floor for hours grappling or sparring for hours at a
time due to the thousands of hours I have spent helping other people get
better, for them to throw me away like an old broken toy. I have a lot of
knowledge inside me but as in toy story, I have ripped a seam here and there,
my pull cord is not working and I look like I have been well used.
This may
seem like a sad and melancholy blog but sometime like Woody I hide my true
feeling as I have been taught to endure without complaint, and pass on the
knowledge to the next generation. I sometimes feel like I have sacrificed a lot
of me in mind, body, and spirit for people to learn the arts. It has brought me
so much happiness but also my fair share of pain and suffering. I have changed
my thoughts about helping everyone I now try to not get hurt either physically,
emotionally, or spiritually and hopefully like Woody find that renewed passion
in the arts and the people in them.
In my
writing, I know I can reach out to more people around the world and I don’t
think I can get hurt writing unless I fall off my chair or run out of
de-caffeinated coffee!
Until next
time,
Give a
thought to your old toys,
Big love
from the AFC.
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