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WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES.....

THE PRESENT DISCIPLINE

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES.....

THE PRESENT DISCIPLINE
Stop fighting the ghosts in the corners of your mind.
The old arguments,
the sharp edges of things broken.
Let the dust settle on all of it.
You can’t feel this now,
this pulse, this raw emotion,
if you’re still bleeding out over yesterday.
Forget the past's incidents. They are done. They are quiet.
But a quiet past is not a useless one.
The lesson isn't in the ditch you fell into;
it's hidden in the high ground you took.
Look back, yes, but not at the wreckage.
Study the mistakes from the early winnings.
Remember that effortless success?
The one that felt too easy, too bright?
That is where the weakness was born.
The moment you got sloppy,
the step you skipped,
the detail you thought you could ignore
because the victory bell was already ringing.
It was the pride in the first perfect score,
not the despair of the subsequent failure,
that taught you nothing.
So, stand here, in the clean air of now.
Embrace this feeling. Let it be full.
And anchor it not by running from your scars,
but by learning the humility hidden
in your own old glory.
That is the blueprint for staying present.
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI 

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