That voice in your head saying you're in the right and everyone else is wrong is leading you down a path of isolation and pain.
Daniel LaRusso’s first three days of “karate training” are filled with menial chores around Miyagi’s oasis in the junkyard. Each chore must be carried out according specific instructions, “Wax on, right hand; wax off, left hand. Make big da circles. Breathe in the nose, out through the mouth.” The next day, “Paint the fence.” The … Continue reading My Two Masters Part Two