Sometimes I wonder why I do Kendo. I mean, I've never questioned whether I should quit or not, that thought hasn't even crossed my mind. I just wonder sometimes. From a neutral standpoint, it seems that I push and push and push to the edge of exhaustion, and then come back and do it again. Over and over. Multiple times a week. I end up tired, sore, sometimes injured, but still I come back to do it again. This can probably explain a lot of sports and martial arts that people decide to take up. But then I remember the feeling I get from hitting a really good Men-uchi, or pushing just that little more beyond what I think I can do and getting that much more satisfaction from training. Or the fact that it helps to make me a better person by applying lessons I learn in Kendo to other areas of my life. So many good points to think about. What was the point of this? Not sure, just some good ol' fashioned pearls of wisdom from a very humble person. Last night was one
One man's Kendo journey