Keeping it in the vein of MA and to rephrase, what keeps you going in your given style/system or martial arts in general? Or do you chose to change to another discipline after some time? What is that trigger? When do you feel like your style/system has given enough and it is time for you to give back? How do you do this?
I've always trained American Karate, but I've always trained other styles by happenstance. How is that possible?
Made a lot of friends in the arts, a lot of them had schools. "Why don't you come down and train sometime?" So I did. Never once did I turn down that offer. As the years went by....I was still doing that.
At one point, happenstance raised it's head higher. Somebody bought the building my dojo was in and we were evicted. There were a group of us who weren't about to stop training, so we went to the different dojos of friends, regardless of style. We tried to schedule it with sparring nights and everybody benefited. After several years I opened a dojo. We were heavy into competitions. Made even more friends - and went to more different schools, or they would come to our place. We all learned so much from each other over the next ten years.
To me, what is important - every single time we found a better way to do something, or a technique we liked, it became part of our art, which was in a constant flux. When we were fist introduced to BJJ we were blown away. How could we
not make at least part of what we were learning, especially the principles, part of our system? That was back in the early nineties. It was a big deal to us, a big deal we will be eternally grateful for.
Many on the forum have been in the MA's for some time. Some of you are part of old styles and possibly part of old schools. Why? Is it a lack of choice (part of my original journey) or is there more? Why do you choose to stay where you are after 1st, 2nd, 3rd or higher Dan?
It's like
@CB Jones said, because it's fun, we enjoy it, it's what we do. As for the rank thing, some of my teachers promoted me up the dan ladder until I realized I didn't want to be part of that any more and politely refused. I had been around long enough to do that at that time, over twenty years. Everyone understood, nobody really gave a hoot. The final nail in that coffin was when I met "Master Key". Tht's how he introduced himself to me. he was nineteen years old.