Night Fall Brooklyn–Thoughts on Discipline and Work

Comparisons are inevitable but useless. A man must be his own man, no other.
Can do so much and feel as though I’ve done nothing. Attacked by the need to see results but quick results are phantoms, heavy images built on nothing, sinking into nothing.
Essence of discipline–enforcement or enactment of what you feel to be right.
Intent involves planning, execution requires discipline, identification compels thought and deserves benign but truthful criticism.
When I draw up plans for a magnificent structure it is hard to begin with the foundation because there is the desire to realize the subtleties. Must make what is common to all strong before indulging in the details.
Work is essential, a rhythm, a refuge but can’t be used as a crutch. No hiding–work winds the clock but I do the ticking.
When I know what needs to be done, do it instead of diluting and confusing my resolve by getting the opinions of others and dwelling.
The tough maxims and explanations of philosophy are harsh comfort in the face of overwrought emotion.
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