I don’t think I’ll ever reach "mastery," because to me, being a master is an ideal—just a polished version of myself. And honestly? I’m perfectly fine with that. Chasing distant suns on far-off horizons is just too much work for my inner donkey.
In my view, what really separates a master from everyone else isn't some technical milestone, but the ability to inspire people through both theory and practice, through how they live and how they act. It's about making others want to train and be better, whether they're inside a local gym or out in the world.
But since inspiration is such a subjective thing, I figure the perception of what a master is must be subjective, too.
Plus, mastery probably carries certain responsibilities that I haven't even begun to grasp yet.
If I were handed a certificate after, say, twenty years of training that officially stated, "Congratulations, you are now a master," I’m not sure I’d actually be any happier. Maintaining a sense of objectivity and a healthy dose of self-criticism is what keeps a person growing constantly. But more importantly than that, I just love the act of training itself. It’s a continuous process for me.
A little bit of poetry here...
Mastery is like a bird perched on a branch; it sings beautifully, and part of me wants to catch it and put it in a cage just so it won't fly away and will sing for me all day. But once I actually catch it and lock it in that cage, it just gets depressed and stops singing altogether. :)
Tricky stuff.
Heading to the shower now—training was great today!
Fist to palm, nod of respect! ;)