The Quiet Work of Rebuilding

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Old habits do rise quietly, slipping through the cracks of my morning to resolve like s smoke through my open hands,
Old habits do rise quietly, offering comfort disguised as control, like routine disguised as peace,
Old habits do rise quietly, and I almost believe in them—until I hear the real calling of who I could be,
Old habits do rise quietly, reminding me that resistance is not war to yourself, but a redirection,
Old habits do rise quietly, and I meet them not with closed shame, but with practice…

Discipline begins in stillness, a reflection before action, before correction, and before every noise,
Discipline begins in stillness, when I choose to observe the impulse instead of obeying it,
Discipline begins in stillness, as I learn to replace my reaction with reflection, thus with fear to focus,
Discipline begins in stillness, when I treat the mind like a muscle—that is stretching, that is resting, and rebuilding daily,
Discipline begins in stillness, and I grow stronger by the simple act of noticing and recognizing…

The counterforce of virtue begins not in perfection but in one’s persistence to act,
The counterforce of virtue is a quiet vow, when if I speak harshly- I’ll soften next time,
The counterforce of virtue says, if I waste an hour- I’ll use the next two to repair it,
The counterforce of virtue grows each time,as I forgive my own delay and still keep moving anyway,
The counterforce of virtue is the unseen training that transforms your repetition into grace…

Now, repetition becomes the rhythm, turning discipline from burden to your own kind of breathing,
Repetition becomes the rhythm, until doing well feels as natural as the old mistake you once did,
Repetition becomes the rhythm, and as I see that habit is not kind of prison—but it’s a path,
Repetition becomes the rhythm, shaping me not by punishment but by my own choice,
Repetition becomes the rhythm, and as I follow it, step by step, now toward steadiness…

Sometimes these new patterns protect your peace, because they are built from patience, not from your own guilt,
Sometimes these new patterns protect your peace, by teaching you to start again, not beyond despair,
Sometimes these new patterns protect your peace, proving that what you repeat now becomes what you truly meant to be,
Sometimes these new patterns protect your peace, reminding you that growth is nothing more than practice with what is mercy,
Sometimes these new patterns protect your peace, and through this, I learn that change is not by force—it is faith in progress…

Watchwords:
• Old habits could rise quietly
• Discipline begins in your own stillness
• The counterforce of your own virtue
• Now, repetition becomes the rhythm
• New patterns could sometimes protect your peace

Here is Tikatarot, who dares you to answer the question, “Who am I?”..

As and will always be reminding you to dream:
“As you are still the Master of your destiny and the maker of your dreams…”

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