Been thinking about discipline lately, mostly because I feel like I am losing grasp of it, especially in moments when I surrender my autonomy to mindless media consumption as if saying to the tech, “Here are all my human capabilities, take them down to the drain.“
These days, lacking discipline means losing control over what I want to accomplish throughout the day. Oh, how it requires me to resist the urge to become a wilting vegetable in bed while letting the hours go by, immersed in a trance in front of my mobile phone.
I’d like to think that discipline requires decisions and goals.
Without goals, what can I use or leverage to motivate myself to move and get things done?
And you know what? Spending hours consuming online content often doesn’t leave me feeling motivated in the end. Rather, it takes me to depressive states, like sinkholes that keep swallowing life in their wake. It’s like a rom-com where you always know how it ends; yes, that’s how predictable it is, yet I (we) succumb to it, like sheep into slaughter.
jessa 