With its beauty and its cruelty
With its heartbreak and its joy
With its constantly giving birth to life
and to forces that destroy
And the infinite power of change
Alive in the world.
Educating ourselves is hard. It always has been. If there is in fact a God or some other sort of all-knowing celestial body or being, then may it always be so. Nothing worth having should be attained too easily.
For too many of us, the appetite for hard work and bathing in our own sweat equity has diminished. It has been depleted by the seeming failure to attain an immediate reward upon completion of a particular task. Where is our Participation Trophy? If none are being given out, then why the hell did we even get out of bed this morning?
Discipline is what gets us up in the morning, out of bed, and out into the fray. Here is the thing, when we actively participate in the world and make ourselves dive deep in order to examine issues in detail, to explore an argument's other side, and maybe - just maybe - learn to see something from a perspective other than our own, it turns out the Participation Trophy that our inner spoiled child believes it needs, has been there the entire time.
We live it, in fact, every day.
Life is indeed what you make it. You are owed nothing. If you misapprehend that fact, and have done so right up until this precise moment in time, then stop doing it. Now. Life is a forward-moving exercise. If yours is not where you want it to be, then own it, and own putting in the work necessary to improve it.
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