When did we warp the word “discipline”?
Somewhere along the way, we made it a mutation of punishment. We twisted it into martyrdom.
It use to mean a craft, a trade, a specialty. It use to mean the force that kept you pressing forward
after motivation and adrenaline lost their wings.
It championed through injuries to body, mind, ego, and heart. It turned hopelessness out every door. It kept steady focus on the goal.
It saw the best in you and pressed past excuses to reach it. It would not let you faint, fall down, fall out, or quit. It showed up with joy or tears or anger… whatever it took for “one more try”.
It was admired, encouraged, emulated, and promoted. It was comrades with perseverance, fortitude, strength, and honor. It was an esteemable act extended across the continuum of time.
It was a good thing.
So discipline is a virtue we aspire to attain not because we focus on our weakness but because we LOVE ourselves STRONG.
(Random Thought Transmission Complete)