Bruce Lee, the story about water
One day, frustrated after many hours of meditation and practice, Bruce Lee, still a teenager, went sailing.
His martial arts teacher, Yip Man, had been instructing Lee in the art of detachment, a key facet of gung fu. Lee couldn’t let go.
“On the sea I thought of all my past training and got mad at myself and punched the water!” he later wrote.
“Right then—at that moment—a thought suddenly struck me; was not this water the very essence of gung fu?
I struck it but it did not suffer hurt.
I then tried to grasp a handful of it but this proved impossible. This water, the softest substance in the world, which could be contained in the smallest jar, only seemed weak.
In reality, it could penetrate the hardest substance in the world. That was it! I wanted to be like the nature of water.”