wild cats don’t turn into pussy cats


 

…but into wilder cats.

 

Inner_Circle_Martial_Arts_by_coaltiger

During my times as a teenager my father and his friends watched a lot of martial arts movies featuring Bruce Lee, Cynthia Rothrock and other gorgeous Chinese women fighters…and I was always around. Inevitably, the warrior living inside of me started to grow rapidly and I wanted to become a fighter. A real warrior. And I did. Literally.

I practised martial arts for over 7 years, between 14 and 21 years of age, I ended up with the brown belt (it could have been the black one like everybody else from our top team, if I wasn’t punished by the Sensei for breaking up disciplinary rules), I was a pro – winning competition after competition at both local and national levels. Because my core skills were speed and strategy, uniquely marked by unpredictable attacks inside defending tactics (a thing that I was known and feared for and that I applied also later in business in my strategic fights against fraudsters), I was pushed all the time into senior competitions, even though I was a junior for a while and force and body mass were not my things.

This sport, which is in fact a life style, shaped a lot my mindset and educated me to turn my weaknesses into strengths, my negative into positive, like my huge aggressive instincts that turned into assertiveness…to overcome continuously my limits and the exterior limitations and shortcomings.

There were times when all we did was a single basic technique, the simplest, the most fundamental one…for days, weeks and even months…or times when we had to stay in the same position and exercise a technique from that position only … for hours. All these things drove us all crazy as we were advanced and we wanted to practice more sophisticated stuff.

Asian trainers showed us how far we were from mastering the fundamentals and they revealed to us new ways of approaching and mastering the basics and how the real sophistication lies there, in the foundation itself. They unlocked our minds and thought us humbleness because the better we became, the more proud we were and that was a huge vulnerability and danger powerful enough to shut down our minds and to weaken our spirits…and eventually to be defeated. Later on, I found the same core teachings as a Christian Orthodox that I was and am.

Anyway, I thought that era and my over ten years entrepreneurship experience put an end to my warrior story, even if my lust for the martial arts life style never faded away; like also having my own gym and teaching youngsters further was among the thoughts that hardly left my dreams from those times.

I also hesitantly believed that after all my latest rough years, I will change from wild into mild, from restless into settling down and being quiet and nice, and not from wild into wilder. Now, looking at the horizons, it seems it is the other way around and all my life until now was only about training, shaping and getting better and milder in the right places. For whatever is about to come. 

…and two things switched back to the roots, to their initial meaning and truth: wild cats never turn into pussy cats, but into wilder cats…and natural born warriors have a lot to do with wars and hardcore stuff.

I’ll bring more light to this post. Soon, hopefully.