Mirrors of the Dojo is limited - silent - to reflect that snap pictures quickly, and seem to slow down to make way for a new twist. The sounds are synchronized to the movements, amplified by the reverberation of the room used as Dojo and the past training. I look at a mirror with the angle of look lopsided. A white stain, static, but out of focus.
Technically I'm eighteen months. Not every month. Shinseikai months.
A bimbadulto raised in the dojo, wearing karategi, imprisoned in the body of a quasiquarantottenne trying to chatter the language of adults ( Kihon), sometimes playing with older children (the Kumite) and often limited to watching things and forms that can not fully understand (s Kata ). Among some period of time will be the "why?" And unsolved questions seeking answers. For each because will follow another, as in a kinetic chain that Sensei is careful to explain in class.
The child is in a position of start / wait command. Cerca di liberare la mente da pensieri inutili, che ritornano dalla porta di servizio rimbalzando sulla possibilità di svolgere un allenamento A (dove pensa di aver eseguito bene i comandi e le tecniche, e verrà in seguito smentito), un allenamento B (dove crede di aver eseguito bene comandi e tecniche ma in realtà non l'ha fatto e viene smentito subito, pronto cassa) o un allenamento C (dove sente di aver sbagliato tutto e invoca un microscopio per recuperare l'Ego oramai ridotto a livello ångström). Pensando alle tre possibilità (A, B o C) la mente si riempie ed il bimbo perde la concentrazione (" perché la perdo? ") e perde - soprattutto - The time for proper control and related technology.
Perhaps Karate is just clear your mind of thoughts and their echo, to make way for the merger and the desire to practice. Moreover, talent is also perservare training. And not only karate, but also in other disciplines. Running, for example. Write.
The important thing is to start over.
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