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DISCIPLINE (totally out of context)


  (I honestly don't know why I'm writing about discipline at this time and hour, but I am. So here goes:)

  What is discipline? It isn't merely a gesture of obeying a bunch of rules. It is the very basis of all life. It is life. If you think about it, all of us are made up of mindless elements; yet we thrive. There are billions of ways in which nitrogen, oxygen, carbon, and sulphur could exist in chaos. But it is just this one recipe that makes us alive. This is the very fundamental of discipline.
  When the laws of thermodynamics works against us, and entropy tries to pull every atom in our body back into the chaos it came from, it is the discipline of life that keeps us such.
  Every cell in our body is an individual living unit that is capable of self respiration and reproduction. Living within us, they get an ample supply of all nutrients to produce their own progeny. They have every opportunity to put their existence above ours and proliferate within us. But out of the trillions of cells that we are made out of, none does. It is this discipline that enables you to put the smooth functioning of the society above your own preferences. And when a cell steps out of line and divide, putting its existence above ours, that's what we call a cancer. The same goes for the society too. Discipline is that innate instinct that turns a person from a living, talking unit to a a note in the harmony of a society.
  Discipline must never be confused with blind obedience to set rules. Obeying without question is submission. Discipline is something more; it is understanding the situation and acting together to bring out a harmonious effort. A person who does his dishes daily is more diciplined than a soldier who obeys commands without question, as discipline is not the act of doing something it is the instinct within us to do it.
  Discipline is something that we have inherited from nature. From whatever science and exploration we have done, the one thing that we are sure of is that this earth and it's processes are seldom bound by any rules. But our blue planet is the epitome of discipline. From dumb creatures, such as ants, together building bridges and boats, to unicellular fungi colonizing to pinpoint food sources, emergence and community intelligence are direct derivatives of discipline.
  We live on a planet where dumb creatures unite to make smarter things than rocket science. So it's high time that we shed the conventional notions of discipline and put our brains together and open the horizons to achieve the impossible.

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