Although it has been quite quiet on my blog lately, I haven’t stopped doing whatever I am doing. One of my latest experiences and craziest ideas ever, happened to be a stay in a Chinese Monastery to learn Kung Fu.
I typed the following text the day I arrived in the school.
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“It’s going to be hard. You will live in pain now.”
Those were the last words I heard from my Kung Fu Shifu and they kind of circle in my head now. It’s my first day in China and once again I ask myself if (or more when exactly) I lost my mind.
After travelling for over 24 hours (where at one point I wasn’t even sure if we were still in 2017) I was definitely surprised when we got to the school.
First of all, the surroundings weren’t as nearly scenic as I thought they would be, and then when I saw this statue of some old Chinese master ( who later turned out to be Konfuzius) when we entered the court and I thought: What the heck did I just do to myself?
After we took my luggage up to the sixth floor and I got to see my spartanic, cold but still sufficient room I was ready for the tour around the campus.
Finally I got back to my room and directly cuddled up in the bed. Not only, that it was freezing, but also I was desperate. I wanted to call my mom and trying to find excuses why I should leave right now.
I focussed on my audiobook and waited for 12pm, the time where I was supposed to go downstairs and register.
During these 40 minutes I was panicking quite heavily.
Then it was time to go. Not exactly what one would call excited I got up and walked downstairs. Luckily two girls crossed my way and introduced themselves. After finding out that I was supposed to have lunch now, and after someone gave me my bowl and my chopsticks( that I have to take good care of) I was sitting at a table with students from all over the world –mostly Germans though. They were all very nice and I finally got over the fact that they were all quite big.
I calmed down and after spending some time in the sun and getting to know some of my fellow students I walked to the office, where I registered for Kung Fu, got my training suit and schedule and signed the rules. Rule #1 was: Love martial arts passionately.
Well, I hope that I will, because I know that otherwise there is no way that I will survive this.
And after we finished all the paperwork, the man said these words that I quoted at the beginning. Freezing again, and again a little nervous I am now writing these words and keep on reading my training plan. I hope that I can do it, and I pray for strength. Cause at this point, this is the most important. Strength in body and mind.
Saying this, I will now meditate to prepare myself for one of the hardest tasks that I chose to do in my life (so far).