When I was in high school, I was convinced that the end-all, be-all of life, that singular point in my distant future that would shine in my memory as the culmination of my being would be Graduation day; the day that I became one of the CVHS alumni.
My senior year was filled with anticipation, understanding, motivation...I was the top of the heap! As that final Friday drew closer, I could feel the energy building in a fantastic crecendo! When the day finally came for me to cross that stage and accept my due reward I was firm, I was strong, I was the MAN....
Then the hardest thing ever happened; something that I NEVER saw coming...
Saturday came.... As it turns out, life just kept on going.
And there was a whole lot more of it then I thought, too.
I think that it's the same way for a lot of people training in a martial art system that has belts.
For many[obviously not all], the end all, be all of training is to get a Black Belt. They work hard, study hard, practice, practice and practice some more. Then they get to brown belt (senior year) and they are the top of the heap. Training gets harder in preparation for black belt and so does the student. Many hours goes into getting ready and then comes the test (graduation). After passing and being promoted to black belt, the student feels on top of the world and would probably kill to keep their newly earned prize. Maybe not the day after, maybe not the week after, but eventually Saturday will come and the student will realize that there is so much more out there. Now they have a license to LEARN.
Some are motivated by belts. Some may not have that as a goal, and thats good (running with one eye on the prize means that both eyes aren't on the road).
I earned my shodan, nidan and sandan (current) in an "old-school" dojo (other post refers to "old school" as taking pride in the small number of black belts earned due to the severity of the training and the test).
To me, the cloth around my waist when I train is irrelevent now; oftentimes I wear a plain white belt with my karategi (to keep the top closed...my ties tore off several years back). I do, however, take pride in being part of a small fraternity; an "elite" group. The camaraderie is where I get my greatest joy now. There is a definite camaraderie with all the students in that class and in my own school, but there is a special camaraderie among folks that have done the same thing, the same [hard]way you have. That's what a black belt means to me.
Sorry for rambling...