Chasing a feeling
Chasing pride in myself
To chase is to move
Movement is action
Action is the tool for discipline
Any discipline is a decision
I’m deciding to be proud of myself
By doing things that make me proud
The work I don’t care for
The training I’m too tired to do
The writing my brain can’t think of
All of it leads to pride
So if it’s where it leads me
I’ll gladly do it all
Even though I did it yesterday
It doesn’t matter. Today.
That pride has expired
Turned into a memory
Time being the medusa of my thoughts.
