In the 1888 book Twilight of the Idols, Friedrich Nietzsche wrote “What does not kill me makes me stronger”. This is a frequent sentiment seen among athletes, especially in the contact and combat sports, even more so among martial artists. I’ve reflected on it a bunch recently as I’ve listened to old tales of martial arts ‘back in the day’.
My primary style at the moment is Kajukenbo, a system born out of the post-World War II slums of Hawai’i. It was a hardcore style in the truest sense, composed by black belts from various systems, in an attempt to create a truly universal and effective fighting style that would protect them and their students from the ravages of gang and racial violence. Legends abound about the training at this time. The black belt test involved being kidnapped from your home in the middle of the night and dropped off in the jungles. Or maybe the test started at dusk and you had to survive the beatings until dawn. Al Dacascos – one of the heads of the style and the creator of its primary off-shoot, Wun Hop Kuen Do – talked about the day’s training not being done until there was blood on the mat.
Good stuff, right? Hardcore. Tough training makes one tough. It makes sense. This is martial arts. This is fighting. This is violence. You must be prepared for the viciousness of a true fight to be able to reliably survive it. Bruce Lee once said ‘the best preparation for an event is the event itself’, right? So what better preparation for a fight than a fight itself? If you get your ass kicked, and survive, than you’ll come back stronger? Right?
Right?
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