You can set a large LIMIT on improvement without the teachers, the starters, the aces, the mavericks and luck being trained with their timeless lessons. The masters of the art. I owe them a debt of gratitude more than they know.
What else would you like to do things anyway? Go out wasting effort? Go out empty handed, unprepared? Punch and kick like a child? Deal half-assed on people? Talk like a duck? Code without paying attention? Waste moments instead of enriching them? Write without a rhythm? I can imagine them all on face palm and I want to sink in the earth with shame.
I respect their humility, their uniqueness that influenced me, their appreciation to little things in life, and the path on demanding perfection and quality in things you do. Skill is hygiene, you will stink when you neglect it.
All of them are different but they all require one thing: Discipline.(Especially recognizing when you have to be or when you don’t.)
Nourishing your achievements in the mix of courage, action and benevolence.
There is this tediousness(Dealing with a lot of shit). But your attitude reflects who you are, how much you can handle, how corny you can be, how lack of relaxation and energy you got, in this clownish, circus trips of daily grind.
Did you produce something? Have you made a difference on people you meet? Are you communicating right messages? Are you making sense? Are you synchronized? Are you refreshed? Are you doing things in dynamics? Are you making lots of mistakes for successes, enough to pay back in tenfold times? Are you stretching the boundaries? Are you comfortable? What up? Why? Great questions to ask everyday.