So much of our life is about self discipline. Lets be honest here. We already know what we should and shouldnt do. We know what causes us to become fat and unhealthy, which means we have the power to be thin and healthy, but we lack the discipline to choose to be fit. We know what we need to do to be successful in our day, but we lack the motivation to get on it or the discipline to follow through with it. Discipline is tough! There is no magic pill. There will always be obstacles along the way to make it more challenging, (or interesting if youd rather). It seems once we start to give in to our self loathing due to our lack of discipline, it only gets worse. It becomes easier to continue down that path of least resistance. Its an ugly cycle. However, the opposite is true as well. Once you change the direction and start to add discipline in your life, little by little, it becomes easier to continue that direction as well. You just have to evoke the change. Its like muscle memory. It comes back. Below is one of my all time favorite poems. It was one of my grandfathers as well. It basically is about self-discipline. I hope you enjoy it as much as I have over the years. If— IF you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, dont deal in lies, Or being hated, dont give way to hating, And yet dont look too good, nor talk too wise: If you can dream - and not make dreams your master; If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth youve spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build em up with worn-out tools: If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: Hold on! If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything thats in it, And - which is more - youll be a Man, my son! R. Kipling
Posted on: Sat, 18 Jan 2014 17:57:09 +0000
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