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Muda

“Bushido is realized in the presence of death. This means choosing death whenever there is a choice between life and death. There is no other reasoning.”

Yamamoto Tsunetomo

Ever since I can remember I have been in love with the Orient, China & Japan, the culture and history has always left me dazed. I am not much of a historian nor can I dictate certain known philosophies from these amazing civilisations. I can, however, tell you of what I do know and it mainly surrounds the way of the warrior better known as Bushido. Now, there have been many, many western films that have besmirched and ridiculed the majesty and tradition of these cultures.

If you watch most films these days concerned with Japan or China’s history it is an utter mockery. I hate these films, where there is a blundering fool who clearly is of western heritage and no warrior but is the hero, the indiginous people are badly dubbed and are made to look inferior to the western fool. A few films spring to mind but the whole point is the philosophy and etiquette.

I love the Samurai, even more so I love Ninjas, according to the culture and philosophy they are lowly servants. This always confused me, how can something this awesome with so much skill be discarded at a moments notice, the whole point of a Samurai is to die, same goes for a ninja. Tell me, where is the soul in that? Whenever I hear that a Samurai must end his life, Harakiri, out of shame or defeat I could never get my head around that. Seriously speaking, killing yourself like that was an utter waste or as the Japanese would say Muda.

Personally I wouldn’t want a samurai of mine dead after defeat, nor do I think defeat is death. You learn from mistakes, I would take the opportunity of defeat to remove the waste in my life, to become better. If you were unfit and, lets say socially inhibited, felt the need to improve you’d change. You’d hopefully want a better lifestyle, look into exercise and healthy eating. You have all read something similar to what I’m saying before but its all dependant on application.

I’m going to apply the principal of Muda to my website, if I find the need to remove waste in order to improve features then you will see a change. Some things certainly are working but as this website grows it contents will readily be modified. So just keep watching this space and things are bound to improve.

 

Rome will envy me

If people aren’t laughing at your dreams, your dreams aren’t big enough.

Here’s a question for you, why do people hate clichés? well, I don’t know the real answer because its based on perception, but relatively speaking its because clichés are close to the truth. As we all know truth hurts, as corny as it may be but practice does indeed make perfect, ask any martial artist. Musashi Myamoto propounded that even if you were to practice a thousand days you will still be a novice. That’s over 3 years worth of practice and still you don’t deserve a rank. That my friends is focus and dedication, no wonder people discredited him.

We always look for the easy way out, myself included as I mentioned in a previous post. True dedication comes from sacrificing the superficial for the dreams one holds dear. I understand that circumstance also plays a pivotal role in people’s endeavours, the trick is to not let them become the excuse for your inequities. I only speak of myself here, but I bet if you’re truthful, at some point you can relate to this. I realised that I was different than others when I dreamed different.

When I was a boy, whilst most boys my age could mentally de-construct and label parts of a lamborghini diablo, I couldn’t even spell lamborghini. I hated football, again another pleasure for the boys my age, personally I liked martial arts. I was considered weird, although I’m thinking that could’ve been because of the long, leather, morpheous-esque coat I used to wear. I made peace with these social differences a long while back. I had something these lads didn’t, a fantastic talent.

You see friends anyone can be a writer, in your mind, in your soul, heart whatever you want to call it. I was more than a mere writer, I was a dreamer and with a dynamic imaginative complex I was able to weave some pretty tantalising tales. No one truly appreciated this talent, honestly neither did I until I began to see dividends for it. I now have bigger dreams.

Now I want to create an empire, that will rival Rome. Your gut instinct is to laugh, am I right? or if you’re polite I think you deem me somewhat deluded? In any case I have this dream, but more so than that I have vision. If you could paint a path to your dreams what would it look like? I can tell you, you are looking at my map as you read. Hidden in every line I’ve written and you’ve read are thoughts, these are digital way points that I have erected. I don’t expect you to understand my exuberant rantings, I expect you to laugh at me.

I am a living cliché and I deserve to be ignored, I’m wondering how long will you?