The continuous efforts.

What value can be found in the repetitive moments of daily reflection? They are so often very trivial and they have little to no visible impact on my life or the life of anyone I can think of... yet I keep doing it. There is a personal level of satisfaction for doing something with consistency. Doing anything with intentional consistency is a chore but also reflects an important character trait that is difficult to discern as clearly in many other ways... self-control. I do find it interesting that I often feel a lack of self-control in many areas of my life despite maintaining the self-control necessary to sustain my writing habits. I wonder why general self-control can splinter in quality throughout the person's whole? Perhaps self-mastery is always meant to be a journey through all the various aspects of one's lack thereof. Learn to master one thing and the next door can be opened in turn. A door that is closer than it is far.