Only time ... Life is beautiful

As I have said in my first-ever-entry here, I have not been a loyal-blogger(?). However, by looking at others' blogs, I came to realize how it can help to express one's selves, share one's opinions and even discuss and learn.

Now, to the main entry.

Recently, I have been out-of-town having a home-stay at my Japanese friends' house, which was in a really nice place -countryside-. Their son is a member of a karate club and on the second day, we went to see the local(?) karate-event that was being held at a rather big sports center that is rather isolated. The three of them came up with this great idea that we could all get there cycling on mountain bikes, to which I obliged more than happily.

Being stuck in a monotonous and always-oh-so-busy city life and all, for me, that was the best idea they could come up with. The fresh air filled with the smell of green, the rice fields almost magically changing their color, the blue sky with birds flying that you could only dream of in a city with population as same as Mongolia... that is on top of the feeling of freedom, no worries about having to make it in time for whichever places you have to be, no need for playing the social nicety. What could be a better get-away?!

Now the main part,

Until that day, regardless of having an uncle with black belt in judo, cause of having had a very bitter, even tragic experience with marshal arts, I figured for myself, there is no way I would be able to get interested in, enjoy even, that play of raw and fearful force, to put it simply.

However,

When I got there it was already the middle of the first event - the kids were divided according to the different doujo(?) they belonged to and had to perform the basic techniques. At first having no idea whatsoever about what to expect except for what Kiichi said about his friends from the same doujo competing. Then there it was ... both girls and boys from different doujos, ages and belts(ranks). All so sincere, enthusiastic and devoted and soo cute. Even after the the flags by the referees(if that is the word) were raised against them, there was not too much disappointment, which I would expect could be normal, may be even expected from adults at least in otherwise similar situations. This partially showed me again the if-used-very-positive side to the whole marshal arts thing, control of emotions and patience. Also even if they did lost a few times, for the following rounds they still had the same determination. Just how many of us so-called adults give up trying after a few minor failures?

Seeing all those kids, with their trainers and parents, how the simple fact that they go to a karate club brought all of them at one place and how it connected them all so -even I was there, to my own surprise enjoying it very much and even reaffirming my thoughts about providing at least financially the opportunity for my child to be able to experience at least try different challenges- made me realize just how time really is the judge of all.

To put it short, how one can change one's rather strong ideas about certain things according to the circumstances and happenings life has to offer (or we create ourselves, depending on what you believe) to the almost opposite side is amazing!

Thus, life is beautiful!