Viet Tai Chi - Breathing

Breathing

Viet Tai Chi fundamentally is the art of the proper. Viet Tai Chi is the learning of breathing through a discipline of physic and . But, even if it's practiced with discipline, it's not a : mostly, it is not a fighting form, not even a defensive one. Born in, and officially codified for the first time by, Viet Tai Chi is a 'sweet' art, which doesn't aim to defense or physical safety, rather to the achievement of the psycho-physical welfare.

Just because it's not conceived as a, and not having tough, forced movements, Viet Tai Chi is advisable to everybody, at any ages. It is suitable for adults, pregnant women and, generally, for those who work, even and mostly those who attend a tiring job because, as we said, it teaches a proper use of breathing. Furthermore, either breathing or mental balance allow us to face with temper and rationality all the troubles of our own lives. It is advised for aged people. After a certain age, it's arduous to attend a sporting practice, and there's the risk of traumas. By Viet Tai Chi, which doesn't provide rough movements or muscular and overloads, even those who cannot face efforts because their weakness of bones and tendons, are able to attend a sweet and profitable physical activity.

Finally, Viet Tai Chi is particularly advised for those affected with physical handicaps. People that, from birth or because of traumas, have difficulties to do normal movements, by Viet Tai Chi are able to do a physical activity that doesn't involve physical decompensations, helping them to stand all the physical troubles coming from the failed utilization of some . But, furthermore, the learning of Viet Tai Chi, which can last for entire life, allows us to better know a certain way of life very useful to live much better, in peace with mankind and the whole world.

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