There’s an old martial arts story about a young man eager to learn to fight.  His family brought him to a renowned
master. The master agreed to teach him. “First, do this,” the master said, “Fill these buckets with water at the creek. Bring them back here.”

The young man walked 2 miles to the creek, filled the buckets, and started walking back.  After a few minutes, his arms wanted to give out.

The buckets were heavy. The sun was hot. And the walk was long.  Finally he made it back, and asked, “Will we start training now?”

“Yes,” the master said, “But first, do this…”

He told the young man to pat the top of the water with his bare palm until it was too dark to see. The young man did this.

The next day, the master spilled the water, and told the boy to refill it, and repeat the same procedure as the day before.

Months later, the boy’s family came to visit. They all sat around a wooden table made of the trunks of pine trees. “What have you learned?” they asked.
The boy sat silent for a moment. Then rage built in his heart. For months he had wasted his time with no training.
Finally, he could contain his anger no longer. He smacked the table and yelled, “I’VE LEARNED
NOTHING!”

His family’s eyes grew wide. Their faces, pale. “WHAT??” the boy yelled, “WHAT’S WRONG??”
Then he looked down, and saw that his palm had broken through the table made of tree trunks. In the distance, the master watched, and smiled.
In martial arts training, sometimes you do things that don’t make sense. Be patient! Everything has its place 

Till next time,