The insect
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After training martial arts for five years, I learned how to fight. After training martial arts for ten years, I learned how to think. After training martial arts for fifteen years, I learned how to learn. After training martial arts for twenty years, I learned how to breathe. After training martial arts for twenty-five years, I learned how to see. After training martial arts for thirty years, I learned that I know nothing. It does seem that every five years that my training changes in nature along with the way I perceive the world. It was as if after the first five years I stepped through a doorway and found the value of my skills. I was able to fight with more than one opponent at a time and had to in many instances. My focus was kicking harder and punching faster. Basically doing whatever needed to be done to leave the fray unscathed. When I stepped through the next door, I found there were many other doors. Fighting was no longer the best option for each situati...