This is a philosophical statement. It is intended to spark thinking and examining.
That we call philosophical traditions “practices” is not, I surmise, an accident. Moreover, I would go further and say that it is a beauty that we do call it that.
Because with a practice, there is no end point.
In the same way we call the plying of medicine, law, architecture, etc, all practices: “She practices law.” In the same way my kung fu practice is a practice. In the same way even top performing athletes and musicians and actors and actresses all do tonnes of practice. Every day.
There is no having “gotten there” and “done”.
There is no idea of perfection or knowing it all.
There are stumbles and oopses and missed shots along the way. And there is getting back up and doing the work and going at it again.
There are coaches along the way to help guide us and help us find what we’re looking for.
And above all, simply and grounded…
There is just the everyday, ongoing, on the court, in the moment, ever increasing game to achieve greatly.
There is just the everyday, ongoing, off the court, reflective, ever increasing game to grow and learn greatly.