Recently, I have failed. I have done something that I swore I would never--NEVER do. I won't say what, it's nothing so horrible, it's not even something that has much of an affect on me. I simply promised myself I wouldn't do it. So I was reading through some philosophy, and check this.
"The first and best victory is to conquer self; to be conquered by self is of all things most shameful and vile."
Think about that. To be defeated by yourself. HOW LAME IS THAT? how weak am I that I was unable to keep the simplest of promises? How pathetic was I that my anger, my primal instinct overtook my logic, my reason, my resolve?