#mental discipline

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Mental Discipline

Barrin drowned his doubts about Urza's project by delving ever deeper into its details.

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[4th-make-quail]

Tagged by @spcvarney to list x13 songs I've been listening to lately! Unfortunately this would be a repetitive list because I'm a very singular kinda guy, so I've tried to do no more than 1 song per artist!

Julien-K - Your Tears Mean Nothing

RROYCE - Venom

Auger - My Guardian

STARSET - DARK THINGS

Lights of Euphoria - Here Comes the Rain

Project Pitchfork - Timekiller - Video Edit

mind.in.a.box - Lost and Alone

Mental Discipline, Cold in May - God & Devil

✝️✝️✝️ (Crosses) - Bitches Brew

Third Realm feat. CHIASM - Tides of the Sea

BLACKBOOK - Nobody Home

The Anix - Gravity

Massive Ego - You Will Comply

I'm not sure who's been tagged so far, so no pressure tags for @fell-bullet @wintersoulwitch @eemamminy-art @des-no9 @unaarista @baldursghaik @80aidy80 and anyone else who wants to do it!

[resetdiary]

I Stopped Waiting for Someone to Save Me

Growing up, I watched a lot of Disney movies. I watched princesses who were soft, kind, misunderstood, but always chosen, always found, always saved. There was always a Prince Charming, someone who arrived at the right time, said the right things, and made everything fall into place. And even if I didn’t consciously believe it, a part of me internalized that story. That love would come, that it would feel right, that it would soothe everything restless inside me.

For most of my life, I believed quietly that love would steady me, that somewhere, someone existed who would understand me deeply enough, meet me fully enough, and stay consistent enough that something inside me would finally quiet down. That I would feel less overwhelmed by my own mind, less intense in my emotions, less aware of everything all at once. Because I’ve always been that kind of person. I feel deeply, I think deeply, I analyze, reflect, and question everything. And I don’t see that as a flaw. That is how I make meaning, that is how I grow. So I thought love would be the place where all of that would finally make sense, where I would feel seen, met, settled. But reality is not a fairy tale.

At some point, through experience, through discomfort, through moments I couldn’t ignore anymore, I realized something that shifted everything. There is no one coming to save me. No Prince Charming, no perfect counterpart, no person capable of carrying my inner world for me. People have limits, love has conditions, everyone is dealing with something I cannot see. And sometimes, the person I once imagined as “the one” is simply another human being trying to manage their own life, their own struggles, their own limitations.

That realization didn’t come with drama. It came quietly, a kind of grounded disappointment, the kind that doesn’t break me but sobers me. Because it removes the illusion of rescue and forces me to face something much more honest. No one is responsible for my emotional stability, and no one is capable of fully holding it for me. And once I saw that clearly, I couldn’t go back to the fantasy.

For a moment, that truth felt heavy because it meant letting go of something comforting, the idea that somewhere out there, someone could make everything feel okay. But almost immediately after that disappointment came something else, a sense of responsibility, and strangely, a sense of power.

I began to understand that what I had been looking for externally was something I had to build internally. Not through control, not through perfection, but through discipline.

Detachment started to make sense to me in a completely different way. Not as coldness, not as distance, but as clarity. As the understanding that everything outside of me, people, relationships, timing, outcomes, is inherently unstable. Temporary, unpredictable, not mine to control. And because of that, I cannot build my emotional foundation on it. I cannot depend on it to keep me steady.

So the question changed. From what do I need from the world to feel okay, to what do I need to become so I can hold myself steady regardless of what the world does. And that question is not comfortable. It doesn’t give immediate relief, it doesn’t offer softness, but it is honest.

This path is not easy. It asks me to sit with discomfort instead of escaping it, to feel without immediately reacting, to pause before I speak, before I act, before I project meaning onto things I cannot control. It asks for restraint, for awareness, for discipline, again and again, until it becomes who I am.

And the more I think about it, the more I realize this isn’t just about relationships. It’s about everything. Money, success, validation, romance, all the things people chase believing they will finally feel complete. But none of them are stable, none of them last, none of them can carry the weight we expect them to carry.

Maybe this is where my beliefs come in. Maybe this is where Buddhism resonates so deeply with me. The idea that attachment creates suffering, that everything is impermanent, that chasing external fulfillment will always leave me grasping for more. And maybe this is also where philosophy, Stoicism, eudaimonia, grounds me. The idea that a meaningful life is not built on pleasure or ease, but on virtue, discipline, and alignment with who I choose to be.

I don’t want a life that is just happy. I want a life that is intentional. A life where I am in control of my actions, my words, my responses, a life where I do not harm others out of impulse or emotional instability, a life where I can trust myself, even in discomfort, even in uncertainty.

At the end of the day, I have to face the truth. No one is coming to save me. And that is not something to fear, it is something to accept. Because once I accept it fully, I stop waiting. I stop expecting the world to organize itself in a way that makes me feel safe. I stop outsourcing my peace.

I become responsible for myself, for my emotions, for my reactions, for the way I choose to live.

I am not a damsel in distress. I do not need to be rescued. If anything, the most important thing I can learn in this life is how to rescue myself.

Not in a dramatic way, but quietly, daily, through discipline, through awareness, through choosing, again and again, to return to myself.

Because maybe that’s the real version of the story. Not a prince who arrives, but a person who becomes.

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[inthewindtunnel]

Mental Discipline

Limits

[toadznfrogz]

75 Day Challenge Day 2 Attempt

I purposely made following a morning routine part of my 75 day challenge and anticipated it being the hardest part to follow through with. This morning, the morning of Day 2, I failed the challenge. But I don’t feel like a failure, because at the very least, I ended up getting up and going to class (albeit late). I did wake up at 7:20, my decision to go back to sleep and sleep in till 7:50 is where I failed. However, when I did force myself to get up at 7:50, motivated by pure being lateness, it was not difficult for me to get into the swing of things. This experience is not a failure because it taught me something. It showed me something that I need to improve upon in my life. And that is, that I need to stop letting the fear and panic of the last minute dictate my life. Instead, I want to live life purposely and with organization/ structure. So I am going to restart my challenge. And even if I do fail again, I will learn something new each time that will teach me how to live my life to its fullest potential. The big lesson: stop letting the fear of being late motivate you to get out of bed. A correction must be made to this behavior in order to succeed in life. Instead, do not allow yourself the possibility of hitting the snooze button and get out of bed immediately. Imagine how much better you’ll feel getting to walk to class without being in a rush and knowing that you are properly prepared for the day. Right now, in my current state, I am not properly prepared for the day. My teeth are not brushed, I do not have any makeup on, and my hair is not styled. Starting off the day like this is automatically a knock to my confidence, although it is possible for me to overcome this, it would be ideal to leave for class each morning feeling like, and looking like, a bad b*tch. I am going to try and complete all of the other tasks for the 75 hard for the rest of the day, and I will start day 1 anew tomorrow. I feel like completing this challenge because I want to develop my mental discipline, and challenges are a fun way to motivate to create a new habit. Overall, I will check in periodically when I feel I have learned something and should reflect on it. 

[4th-make-quail]

This morning's train bop! Yea it's another remix of this song lmao, this one is so so good!!

[20elements]

Ashley and Young Cricket from Warioware. 

[shinymoonbird]

The mind is by nature restless. Begin liberating it from its restlessness; give it peace; make it free from distractions; train it to look inward; make this a habit. This is done by ignoring the external world and removing the obstacles to peace of mind.

Ramana Maharshi

Talks with Sri Ramana Maharshi - Talk 26