Draw on your grit
The thing I want to know is, why start in the first place? Why come through the door? What for your presence?
People get into the martial arts for a reason and my belief is most quit before they have even begun to answer that cause. And that’s really so sad. It’s like they sense through the martial arts a way they can change for the better, but they balk at the challenge.
But there’s no way around it, true gains in the martial arts are earned over a time. Special people earn them. You should know this at the beginning, so you don’t kid yourself into thinking you can take from short practice what you think you are after.
Because quitters abound. They travel no road. Their way is so far up one cul-de-sac before turning back, because they always start heading for things they don’t really want. Hesitations throw them, they meet with resistances and the run of enticements flashing before them, and they turn from the forge that would make them as steel, vital, alive, strong, should they only just keep stoking the fires.
Confidence comes through experience, and evidence to yourself that this is worthwhile will only be seen if you keep going. So choose to be a Warrior and keep going. One day you’ll be glad that you did. Don’t be a quitter. Live the brave life.
When you’re lost in the Wild, and you’re scared as a child,
And Death looks you bang in the eye,
And you’re sore as a boil, it’s according to Hoyle
To cock your revolver and . . . die.
But the Code of a Man says: “Fight all you can,”
And self-dissolution is barred.
In hunger and woe, oh, it’s easy to blow . . .
It’s the hell-served-for-breakfast that’s hard.
“You’re sick of the game!” Well, now, that’s a shame.
You’re young and you’re brave and you’re bright.
“You’ve had a raw deal!” I know — but don’t squeal,
Buck up, do your damnedest, and fight.
It’s the plugging away that will win you the day,
So don’t be a piker, old pard!
Just draw on your grit; it’s so easy to quit:
It’s the keeping-your-chin-up that’s hard.
It’s easy to cry that you’re beaten — and die;
It’s easy to crawfish and crawl;
But to fight and to fight when hope’s out of sight –
Why, that’s the best game of them all!
And though you come out of each gruelling bout,
All broken and beaten and scarred,
Just have one more try — it’s dead easy to die,
It’s the keeping-on-living that’s hard.
Robert William Service