
All of this signifies absolutely nothing.
Thousands of hours of training, hundreds of classes, countless bumps and bruises = one black belt. (That came from a t-shirt. $19.95 online, plus tax and S&H. Yay for Google!)
Whatever. Showing up to sweat and collect battle scars doesn't make a black belt. Bare-knuckle it, wrestle all you want, swing weapons and throw shuriken. Now you're an assassin...or a masochist.
Physical, mental, and spiritual growth? Mere snapshots in time. Strength and fitness can be lost, techniques and theories forgotten, character and integrity tarnished and thrown away. Now you're a has-been.
Years of study, self-reflection, and inner peace? Congratulations. Now you're a monk. It's not a guarantee that you're a black belt.
What makes a Black Belt is what is left after all of this has been taken away, all the way past the cotton, polyester, silk, & dye. Find what that is, and begin growing from there.
Now you're really training.
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