Discipline is hard to come by. Really hard. It is the virtue that separates the few who do from the many who talk.
It is what separates flat abs from love handles. Getting to work from languishing on the sidelines. Acts of creation from slow deterioration.
Failure is the default. You don’t have to do anything to get it. Do nothing and watch as it creeps up on you gradually, effortlessly, and mercilessly. Laziness is automatic. As is selfishness. And gluttony. No one has to work at being a fat, lazy bum. You just let yourself go and your work is already done.





