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So I've been thinking...
What *is* the difference between discipline and punishment? When I hear about discipline I think about these shaolin monks that wake up from god-knows-when to labor on themselves. They have to do stuff like hit a huge jar filled with sand 50 times a day or something like that. Now I don't know about you but that sounds like punishment. But they do it. How? or (more importantly) Why? Why, God, why?!!
Okay, let's look at my situation a few month's ago. Why, goodness, why would someone *willingly* break their legs surgically, stick heavy metal-equipment, and endure an orchestra of pain for two months? A couple of inches? A chance to get hold of a once in a life time opportunity? Maybe Mom was right before and I really had a persecution complex... but here's what I think why: BECAUSE I WANTED TO (REALLY wanted to).
So maybe those monks wake up and pound themselves into perfection because they wanted to, really *really* wanted to.
Discipline is a constant commitment to something you want/need (cause why would you want to commit to something you don't really want) and Punishment is just suffering (unless you have some weird emotional complex, poor you). Did I get that right?
So if I want to have discipline in my life, I should find out what I want, what I *really* want, so damn much that I'd be willing to break my legs and stick pins in there all over again.
Yikes, now I'm the man who needs to find out what he really wants. Well, better that than the man who doesn't have any discipline at all, right?
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>> The surgery that Vincent undergoes to increase his height in the movie Gattaca. It's named after the Russian doctor who invented it 40 years ago to treat dwarfism. This painful operation adds length by allowing new bone to grow in the gap left by gradually seperating ends of the broken bone. The patient's shinbones are cut in two, a brace is applied and metal pins would pull apart the bones a millimetre each day. Risks include feet permanently turned at odd angles, twisted legs, and weakened bones that break again and again.
>> What I did in June of 2005. I tell people it's either a rock climbing and/or car accident.
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