A young martial arts student sincerely attended his Master’s class every week, driving across back roads and wooden bridges until he eventually saw the familiar bamboo shoots that lined his teacher’s property. The grounds were beautiful and serene – one of the qualities that drew him in the first place.
After every class the student had an opportunity to drink tea with his instructor, relaxing from the day’s training and pondering the lessons learned. Lately, the student found himself opening up more to his Master about troubles he faced in every day life.
“Master, I love coming here because I don’t have to deal with all the nonsense going on… out there”. He waved dismissive hand toward the front gate.
“I understand,” the Master said. “The world can be a chaotic place!”
“For sure,” the student said, “like just today as I was driving here some jerk was tailgating me and honking his horn. I was going within the speed limit, but I guess it wasn’t fast enough for him!” The student snorted and shook his head. “I was tempted to waive him to the side of the road, hop out, and teach him a lesson in manners. After all, I bet he’d be a more courteous driver after that.
The Master considered the situation. After a few moments he simply said, “A martial artist would not.”
The student began to raise an objection, but he could see that his Master was finished with the topic, so he simply took another sip of tea.
The next week the student returned. After a good training, they both sat down for rest.
“How are you this week?” the Master asked. “Hopefully a bit more at ease?”
“Unfortunately, no.” The student said. “I was on the internet and I found some people doing the same kata we do… except they were terrible! The stances were broken, the technique was weak, and they clearly had no understanding of the movement. The worst part is, when I tried to explain it they got mad. I ended up having to scold them for being so uninformed and unwilling to learn.”
The Master nodded thoughtfully.
The student continued, “I mean, if I don’t tell them like it is who will? It is my responsibility to be honest – honesty is a good trait. Don’t you think it was my right to put them in their place?”
The Master paused for a moment and peered off into the distance. Eventually he said, “A martial artist would not.”
Another week passed and the student returned for more training. As usual, they concluded their training and retired for tea.
“How are you this week?” the Master asked.
“Much better, thank you.”
“Good, good. I’m glad to hear.” said the Master.
“In fact,” replied the student, “I had a little self-esteem booster a few days ago. I think you’ll like this. I was shopping at the mall when I bumped into an old classmate of mine from college. Honestly, we didn’t get along very well and he always acted very snide and superior to me. Well, we started talking and he complained a lot about his boss. I shared with him how good my job was and how great training has been. It felt nice to let him know I was succeeding after all the crap he gave me in school.
The Master listened quietly, and nodded while sipping his tea.
“What? Why so quiet?” The student asked. “Don’t tell me you think that was wrong of me! This guy needed to know I was doing well, and the fact that he was struggling should teach him a lesson about right and wrong. Don’t you think I deserved to give that lesson to him?”
The Master shrugged. “A martial artist would not.”
The student sensed a pattern in these conversations and grew frustrated. “I don’t understand Master, what’s the point of sharing my stories with you if you keep telling me I’m doing the wrong thing. The world isn’t as black and white as you make it out to be.”
The Master nodded. “You are right, of course.”
The student asked, “So why correct me the way you do?”
The Master paused then said. “One time you told me that you liked the serenity of this place. That it helped you escape from the real world. But have you considered taking the ‘way’ of this place out to the real world with you?”
The student crinkled his nose, not quite understanding.
Master continued, “Imagine for a moment that it was me tailgating you in the car, or me who was wrong on the internet. How would you react?”
“Respectfully, of course. But you’d still be wrong.” The student said.
“Yes, of course.” The Master said. “But could you not find a way to apply the etiquette and manners of this dojo in the outside world? Here we communicate extensively, but never to the detriment of one another. Is that impossible to replicate outside of these walls?”
The student was thoughtful. “It is impossible,” he eventually said, “but it would be so difficult to maintain that level of poise all times. On the internet, in the grocery store, in my car… I mean I can’t always act like you’re around!”
“But that is what I ask of you,” the Master said.
“I’m sorry Master, but that is asking too much. I’m who I’m, and if you want me to change so much I’ll have to quit training.”
The Master nodded and then said, “A martial artist would not.”
“Probably I collected this story during my early years of Martial Art practice as I found this story in old stack of folders. I think this story captures the essence of the Martial Artist well. Original author of the story is unknown.”