I got my black belt today.
There is this myth that when you become a black belt, you become a god. Seriously.
But in reality, you have not changed the least bit. All you have is a new color belt on your waist. You are not special. You are not better than before.
In some senses, I feel unworthy of my black belt. I have not achieved the theory of "10,000 hours to mastery". I probably barely make the 1,000 hour mark by a few hundred hours. I only have a thousand something hours after six years of training... That is not much. If anything at all. Then again, this is already more than most McDojos.
Ah.... Well. I suppose the only thing left to do is to try harder.
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