Strict to yourself means...

 

“In the evening, I tended to get up early, go to work early to avoid the traffic jam. So I set the alarm at 6am.

Morning, the alarm went off. I tossed about. Got up. Then laid down. Adjusted for 10 more minutes to sleep, as much as possible.

I adjusted once. Not enough.

Twice. Also not enough.

Three times. I startled. I was so hurry because I knew I was late.

I picked up the motorbike, driving as a rocket.

But, the road was already crowded. There were long lines of transportation on the cross-road. And people started to hustle.

I went to company late. Running into the company, I opened the door and said sorry. Sorry because of the traffic jam, I was late.”

For me before, those things like that was normal. Because  I often deluded myself, that fault was not mine. It is because of the traffic, the transportation, because of those things and these things.

But I and you all knew those reasons weren’t sensible. The only reason, that everyone knew, was because I was so easy to myself. Since if I  had enough determination to get up early, there wouldn’t be the traffic jam. And if I had enough strength to pass the sleep, the traffic was not the problem.

Every day, we always stand between indulge and strict ourselves. Such as:

Overindulging the lassitude, completing the work perfunctorily or trying your best to complete it as well as possible.

Pampering personal habits, watching movies online in the evening or trying choosing a different utility operations: reading, exploring and learning.

In theory, we certainly know what is good, what it is not recommended. But in fact, some moments, we do the opposite. I, too, chose pamper myself in a long time.

Until one day, the first time I forced myself to get up in time alarm. I went out when people were still sparse. I rode leisurely. The first time, I felt the comfort of going early. Freely breakfast, free to enjoy the fresh morning ... Compared with 20 30-minute sleep, they seem much more pleasure to me .

Every choice had its value.

After all, our life is a journey. On which, there are the stop station  Every time we compromise with ourselves, that every time we had to stop.

Thirsty, stop.

Hungry, stop.

Tired legs, stop.

Sun, rain, stop.

If you keep going, then stopping like that, when will we come to the place we want. Going near or far away, just around only one place, or discovering interesting things, I think, depends on how much we strict to our selves only.