Discipline

Discipline is practice not theory. Discipline is repitition not enthusiasm. Discipline is hard and unexciting. But it becomes deeply exciting later on, when you remember to look back across the time. Discipline does not arise from the joie de vivre as other things do. It plods. It is cultured in unseen cavities like mushrooms with their alien, rubber feel. When conflict arises, discipline keeps its eyes forward. People find it uncanny, unlikely, strange, and perhaps intimidating. Discipline distilled would be bored and lonely, but as a steady rhythm beneath the cavorting flavors of life, it is the confidence of experience.