A while back, I had the good fortune to connect with Simon Payne who is one of the oustandingly cool and interesting guy. I know a lot of people want to do meaningful thins with their lives, but are scared to take risks. Simon saved a small amount of money and just jumped off into the void... and it worked. I hope his story inspires you like it does me, here's Simon -
My story begins when I decided to quit my job, sell most of my things and move to Philippines to study original martial art called Kali (also known as Escrima or Arnis). For those who doesn’t know it, it’s a kind of fencing but with rattan sticks. It’s an offensive, fast and extremely effective martial art. The training includes even fighting with steel blades, knives and many different weapons including bare hands. I’ve been studying the modern version of Escrima in Czech Republic for last 8 years and before that historical and sport fencing.
I've always had rich imagination and before arriving in the Philippines I assumed that everyone would know where to find where to find some Escrima schools. I dreamed about finding some old skilled grandmaster that would teach me.
I decided to travel to Davao City which is in the south of Philippines. I knew that my friend John will be there at the same time. I didn’t know him in person but that was my only contact. He was just starting a company there. Looking back at my decisions I obviously didn’t use my brain as much as other people would. If I did, I’d choose bigger city like Manila or Cebu which are well known for martial art schools.
I searched using pieces of information from web but it wasn’t helpful, most information were outdated or useless. I wandered the streets and asked people for any leads. Sometimes at night searching trough dark corners and shady streets where I felt uncomfortably insecure. Sometimes I’d find an abandoned gym where someone used to practice but they must have moved somewhere else.
The breakthrough came when my friend John offered me help and let one of his assistants in his company do the research for me. For someone local it was just a matter of a few phone calls and I received updated information including places and times of practice of several schools. The very next day I went to visit first of them.
I was full of foolish expectation and excitement. I arrived to the training place early and it was still empty. I was sitting there in darkness inside the large yard of a Chinese high school where the practice supposedly took place. It didn't seem real. I felt like in some old movie. The place had strange atmosphere. Some time passed which seemed like forever and just as I thought no-one would come I've noticed an approaching silhouette of a guy with rattan sticks appearing over his shoulders. My heart skipped a beat! I was finally in the right place at the right time. It was just the first school on my list but I had a strong gut feeling that I'm on to something big.
I would have been grateful just for the chance to stand in a corner and watch the lesson, therefore I wasn't too much disappointed when they told me that I can't practice with them. I was not invited, I was a stranger. They have strict rules. It made sense but I didn't go this far to give up easily. I spent the whole lesson watching and talking to one of them about their system and principles. After the lesson I joined them in a small dirty bar just around the corner. We sat there for hours and talked, shared stories and tales about old Escrima masters, our experiences in martial arts, tournaments, training methods and much more. I told them about my journey and my search for Escrima school. I was surprised how much I have in common with those guys and even more amazed by what I can learn from them.
At the next lesson I received some good news. I was offered an invite to join them in practice. It meant that from now on one of them has will became responsible for my actions and my initiation in the group. Also I was finally allowed to practice with them. That was a great honor and incredible opportunity. I’ve found what I was looking for!
They call themselves Mandirigmang Kaliradman. I realized this later but I didn't just find any fighters. I've found true warriors. One of the best. I admire their attitude and devotion to training. They are amazing group of friends resembling more a family than a martial art school. Their friendship resembles a true brotherhood. They stick to together and look for each other. It’s exceptional group that consists of people from many different social circles, some poor some rich, some who came trough harsh times but they all share the same values, morals and high level of martial art skill. They put unprecedented emphasis on form and especially on speed and power of the strikes. Which is something that I was about to experience in my initial lessons when some of my illusions about my own skills felt apart.
I still have to prove myself in the training to become true member. It's been a month since my arrival. My training is hard and challenging. Not just physically but also mentally.
I often feel dragged down just by myself. I feel like I don’t want to go but I always force myself anyway and attend every lesson. Every lesson is a challenge.
You have to learn how to handle your emotions. Especially during the training. I’ve seen a guy expelled for openly showing his anger when he struggled in a simple exercise. You must not let your ego stand in your way. It’s even harder if you already have long time experience like me. My self-confidence in my moves ans skills suffered greatly but for a good reason. What I need is to overcome myself, try to change some of my old habits and movements that are hardwired into my body. It takes a lots of hard work.
I’m at the point where I need to forget some of my old martial arts training. It’s intentional because I need to create some space for something new. I’ll merge techniques and skills later. Now I need my mind to be completely open to absorb as much as I can.
Heat and sweat are ubiquitous even at night. I have ugly bloody blisters on my hands after every practice. One must get used to the pain and must never let the weapon out of the hand. I use a lot of tape to fix my hands to be able to practice. But my new harder skin is already growing.
So many things have changed in last few months. There are still many other challenges that I need to face if I want to stay here in Philippines for a longer time and practice. I'm not rich nor lucky. I just decided to follow my dreams. I feel confident about what I do as never before. For the first time in my life I’m exactly where I wanedt to be and in full control of my actions.
I'm not rich nor lucky. I just decided to follow my dreams." That about says it, doesn't it? Simon previously wrote a guest post here about Jan Hus, a pretty badass Czech historical figure. You can check out Simon Payne's blog to follow his adventures - he's a pretty incredible guy.
And remember - the big takeaway here is, "What the hell are your excuses again?" Simon quit his job with a small bit of cash in hand and flew to the Philippines without even knowing where he was going to train or how he was going to find the gym/trainers he was looking for. I'm not rich nor lucky. I just decided to follow my dreams."
BMW Welt website.
Simon Payne, a regular reader of the site and quite a cool guy, is going to be in Munich on the 16th of May (3 days from now). He asked what to do there? I said - BMW World.
It's really, really cool. I like factories and machines anyways, and touring the factory you get to see this marvelously amazing German system of work. Excellent craftsmanship, attention to detail, safety, precision. It's really amazing, inspiring stuff.
If you're in Munich or going to go to Munich, it's highly recommended. Simon will be there on Monday if you want to grab a coffee or tour the factory with him - cost is 8 euros, and if I remember correctly they give you some nice snacks and drinks with that anyways.
This is a post from a prior blog of mine. Still, I feel that posting it here might prover useful. Mindfulness meditation teaches us to how to clear our mind that we might see how nuanced and ever changing things are. The other day I was hanging out with some close friends. We decided that we would go to dinner at a Japanese restaurant in town, a personal favorite of mine. One of my friends was quite leery about the choice as he has not had very much foreign food that he has liked, especially Asian food. In fact we had gone places like this before where he had not liked his food and not only went hungry but then had to pay for another meal that he did like after we left. That being considered, this was a bit of a risky choice for him. Yet, despite the fact that he has had bad experiences before he liked what he ordered quite a bit. His expectations, pleasantly, were not satisfied.
This morning I decided that I would wake up and do Ashtanga Yoga to a lengthy YouTube video. I had done this practice before and had barely been able to do the poses, being out of breath and dripping with sweat the whole time. As a little background, Ashtanga Yoga is what so called Strength Yoga is based off of, and is an incredibly physically demanding style. It is one that I am interested in despite my lack of physical prowess though, so I thought I would try it again. Leery, I step onto the mat and a pleasantly surprised by my stamina and strength. I was expecting to barely get into it since I haven't done yoga in about a month, but I was pleasantly surprised.
It is quite easy to look at a situation that contains risk and shun it. This morning's practice could have been a harsh reminder of my limits. Based on my past practice and the fact that I haven't practiced yoga much lately it very well could have gone that way. My friend's meal could have been abrasive to his palate causing him to be out the price of two meals instead of one, as has happened before. Yet, we both walked away from these experiences satisfied.
Now, this is not necessarily what happens when you take a risk. In fact, you'll feel the sting of the times that your risks don't pay off far more than the benefits of when a risk pays out. Yet, by getting that stupid little voice out of my head that was saying "you aren't strong or flexible enough for the style," I had a good experience. I divorced myself from an expectation that in this case would have lead me to an incorrect conclusion.
My friend is a picky eater. He knows that he doesn't like certain foods and avoids them. Yet, he got that little voice that said "all new foods are bad" out of his head and as well had a good experience. His experience has taught him his preferences, but at the same time his experience does not bar him from trying new things. Instead, it tempers his encounters with new things, making the experience a better one.