The Way, the Western, and Chop-Socky
If someone were to ask me as to whether I ever get emotional about the martial arts and karate in particular, the answer is “Yes”. Now, there’s emotion and there’s emotion. I’m not talking about the following things, which I experience quite often: the feeling of fulfillment anytime a student “gets it right”, or the awe of seeing a great karate technician execute flawless technique, or that feeling of comeraderie one shares with his/her fellow karateka in class, or even the thrills and excitement of a large tournament or a hard examination, etc. Instead, I’m talking about the deep emotional responses that can bring mixed feelings of pride, love, devotion, loyalty, and so on. You know, the kind of fierce, deep feelings that can almost bring tears to one’s eyes, and a strange warming of the heart. As dumb as this sounds, this most often happens if I’m watching a particular movie, which, under the right conditions, can evoke a response from within me. Right now, that old 1960 movie, “The Magnificent Seven”, is playing on my television (hence, the inspiration for today’s note). It’s one of my favorites, and I have probably watched it twenty times or more, over [...]