In order to become a master one must be a fool. It is an undesired state because, in 90% of the situations, one is afraid of being laughed at or rejected by those who are more skilful, or by those who did not try or tried but did not succeed.
None of these situations makes sense.
If someone is making fun of your struggle in a way you feel hurt it means they have never been through your endeavours so they have no authority on how good or bad you are doing. Actually, nobody does besides you.
Masters who laugh at you are doomed, sooner or later. One who forgets his or her origins means he has an unstable foundation, and it is bewitch to fall by his own arrogance and ego. If you ever ace in something remember once you were another cockroach. Your roots will help you stay in check with your true potential and also motivate to go beyond what you already achieved. Additionally, never forget to help those who ask for your guidance, wouldn’t your journey be easier when you had one?
If some think you are not good enough, prove them wrong. In order to do that, hard work awaits you, and that requires passion and stamina. If those who disregard you were once better than you were, accomplish more than they have and set a new measurement for excellence. However, do this not because you have them as a standard of reference but rather because you know things could be done better.
Don’t bend the ear to those who tried but gave up. They chose the easy way, the path that requires no pain and effort but neither offers any possibility and evolution. If you are different, if you chose this option, don’t brag about it, carry your burden proud and meek.
There are many things where I once was a novice. Kickboxing is one of them. I practiced this sport for 4 years and I still remember the days I start. I remember repeating the same movements again and again until I had a perfect technique. I remember all the pain muscle I have after each training. I remember how bad I was beaten in the first months by my colleagues in our sparring sessions. I remember the pain in my shin when I was walking and the bruises I had on my knuckles. I remember every time after they kick my ass the boys were giving me bits of advice and show me how I could improve. I remember how content I was when I started to kick some asses too. I remember how thirled I was every time I could help a newcomer to accommodate to the dojo, and give some advice on their stance and kicks.
Sometimes, I remember something dumb I’ve done when I was younger and I think: How could you be that stupid? After that moment when the headake is gone, I am thankful for my adolescence foolishness because otherwise I would not have learned and thus, I would not have become the woman I am today. We start as fools in life and that is how everyone does, so do not find yourself guilty for that but rather for being ignorant to the lessons you should have learned. If not, one is cursed to repeat them. Mastering life is unachievable because every time is something new that needs to be improved, but that does not mean you should give up. Also do not be afraid to bad at something new, the master was once a fool himself.