São Paulo · 2014-08-03
You want the black-belt feeling in the white-belt month. It doesn’t exist. Every arc I carry — the mats, the sky, the bar, the piano — cost two years of showing up ugly. Not two weeks. Two years.
The good news: the price is fixed and everyone pays the same. Choose the thing as if you’ll still be doing it in two winters, then stop negotiating with the calendar. Mastery isn’t a talent. It’s staying.
— your older brother, on the real price of mastery