Once burned, thrice so fucking shy.
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Once burned, thrice so fucking shy.
I’m so tired of being tired.
What’s your agenda?
I again tried visualizing myself as my opponent. The results were vicious.
I think I figured out another good thing I get from doing budō. Efforts to create and maintain group harmony is actually helping me learn how to socialize better, and helping me connect with people. I think I saw some fruits of those efforts today. It was a really good feeling. Rewarding. Maybe I helped someone. Not sure I can really say that for sure, but I hope I did. A small aside — I love how some of my classmates tend to speak in metaphors, even when they may not mean to. Having people around from different parts of the world with different first languages lends itself to that, and it’s another way for me to broaden my way of thinking. I love it.
I started visualizing myself as my opponent to see what would happen. The results were not exactly what I expected.
Our core values colour all our choices and practices.
Waiting and waiting and waiting and waiting… why?
Is it the powerful communication, or sensory input, or both?
To my current way of thinking, budō as a solo practice is somewhat of a non-sensical concept.