[QUOTE=bawang;979047]people live in their own bubbles. peoples view of the world and their perception of reality can be unbelievably different
living in a comfortable environment makes it very hard to understand fighting. u need to experience coldness calousness and cruelty and brutality
when i didnt eat for two days and had no money and knowing nobody in a big city, i was in a permanent rage 24 7. now that i live more comfortably, its almost like a dream, a illusion and i have to keep reminding myself for what i am training kung fu, to never forget
the secret to good kung fu is living in poverty. if you ever experience being poor and hungry and cold, it will change u
when u are poor and suffering and a so called fellow kung fu brother cannot understand you, cannot relate to you, feel no emotion, and even makes fun of you and laugh at you, they can never be good at kung fu or fighting[/QUOTE]very well said… i personally have spent 3 and a half months walking alone in the mountains - my first time utterly alone when i went to sleep came when i was 20 years old. this truly was a life altering event… not alone like in a city or park, but alone on a mountain in the middle of the woods. made me suddenly realize just how rare it is for people to feel so utterly alone, as our society doesn’t encourage it… after this walk of a 1000 miles, i went on my first of three trips and two years in europe where i learned to juggle - i lived on the streets of many many european cities, alone and by myself. i had to find my own food, find my own way, earn my own keep, cross the borders by myself, be pulled off trains at gun point, thrown in foregin jails, waking up to being kicked in the face with boots. i have been thrown out of countries, denied access to countries, i have been robbed by the police, beat by the police, thrown off of trains, i have seen naked 3 year old orphans running around on the streets… i have slept in abandon train cars, under bridges, on scaffolding, on roof tops, beaches, park benches… i truly value my experience of living on street level, watching the world whizz around me with oblivious people who live in their secure little bubble… have crossed paths with beings that most people could not even dream of meeting - characters only to be seen when you are on their wavelength, on their level of being… people who would give you the shirt off their back when it was all they had, people who could look at you and read your soul like an open book, people who seemed to be timeless and ageless, people of such depth and character that a simple chat with them would amount to a lifetime of studying and learning… the lessons from this way of living have been profound… i have a sense of true peace and security knowing that i will be fine where-ever i might find myself.
your words are truly wise in this post bawang… i offer you my sincerest respect for them, but don’t get too used to it you hock sockey chop choppy. 
