The Legend of Dragon Fist

A 17 year old TaeKwonDo expert who was shortchanged during tournaments, receiving second places when he deserved first. Seven years later, here I am with a lot less energy than I have ever had before. Grading papers, well, not papers per se, not yet. But grading nonetheless. Working on a novel I am truly invested in; it is about my history, my own and both my countries'. Maybe I'll continue Japanese lessons Wednesday. A martial artist should not be stressed out, nor should he feel tired all the time. A TaeKwonDo master should be one indeed, not someone who can be easily beaten by a two-bit street fighter outside church on Sunday. I should get back to training soon. I have a student who's better than I am; I should not be jealous but I am. I am his teacher. I feel like someone busted a "Kill Bill" on me, as if someone had performed a five-point-heart-exploding-palm-technique on my soul and mind, not to mention my body. I wish I were like Bruce Lee, and yet I don't. He died young. A tragic death. I had a Karate teacher once who knew Bruce Lee, personally. Said teacher is still alive; about 80 and with the energy of a 16 year old. I miss my energy at 16. I miss so much. I miss Kung Fu (the art and the show), I miss T'ai Chi. I miss sleep on a regular basis but I don't know why.