Master one skill. Any skill. Any real life skill. Programming, carpentry, strength training, approaching, rebuilding motors, a foreign language. A man should first look to his strengths, practice one strength, master that strength. A wise man will start small: one hundred push-ups, for instance.
When a man fails to master any task, he lacks persistence, diligence, or discipline. There is very little one cannot do given ample effort and ample time. Persistence is the key to everything that lays before him.
The impersistent man is like one who determines to take a journey; whether he prepares beforehand or launches into the blind is no matter. He comes to a crossroads where seeing the way forward blocked by impediments and frustration, while the path to his side is lined with tea olives and apple trees. He chooses the detour, and whether at some other point he finds the road again, or if instead he finds another sunny patch to cross, he will rarely ever go far from home.
The impersistent man has a hamster to call his own; he hasn’t the strength, he hasn’t the time, he never wished to reach his destination, he will come back before long, fruit trees are just as fine as whatever prize he left seeking. He is always the same man. Always conquered, always vanquished, never the victor, never the master.
One mastery always leads to another. The man who conquers his body knows he can conquer his mind; the man who conquers a woman knows he will conquer himself. When he has completed an easy task, he will finish one harder; when that is done, one harder still. One mastery leads to another.
Without patience a man is like the diseased gambler who at every chance goes all on double 0. His victories are great but few, his losses greater still and many. Each victory leads to another defeat, every step forward provides the way for two back.
With patience the gambler watches and gains insight and perspective. He presses and risks when it is cognizant, even when it is wild. He sees further ahead because he has watched each step along the way. From every gain he derives an education, from every failing a caution. He await the ripe moment; he is prepared, goads his fellows to fill the pot; he strikes.
Mastery is a rhythm. One must dance in time to learn the steps. If he strives to far his defeat is swift, but if he steps, bobs, and weaves the opening will come. Prepare in time for the opening.
A man without self control is a boat upon a rolling sea; he is without rudder and cannot steer, without anchor and cannot stay, without oars and cannot direct his course. Where wind and surf will, there goes he.
Self-control is the culmination of persistence and patience, or, as much, the proper use of the two. It is the means and the outcome of mastery. Self-control must be willed that a skill be mastered and in the willing and in the mastering a measure of self-control will be added to the little store one has to start with.
You Suck, Accept It
You suck. At something you suck, maybe you suck at a lot of things. You may suck for any number of reasons: modern indoctrination, bad genes, dumb parents. But more than any other reason, you suck because you have yet to accept your suckitude. You must embrace your suckage that you may correct it. The more you know you suck the harder you work to correct it. The mediocre is the enemy of the great.
Find that niche between skills you lack and the natural bent of your talents. The more you suck the better. Now compare your suckage to someone who is awesome. Go ahead I’ll wait. . .Fuck it, you took too long.
Alright, now in comparison, and likely by any objective measure you suck at whatever skill you’ve decided upon. Stop comparing yourself to anyone else. This level is your first grade. From here it is all up. Now do the work. Everyday. For six months. Then for a year. Put in all the dead work you can. Persist. Be Patience. You will be a master.
Do it everyday.
This is how everything is learned, then internalized.
Do it everyday. Do it.
Come back in six months. Then do something else. The West was not built by the sedentary, nor shall it be rebuilt.
Veritas numquam perit,