Nobody wakes up and decides to wreck their life.
It happens slower than that.
You put it off once.
Delay becomes permission.
Permission becomes repetition.
Repetition becomes identity.
Identity becomes the life.
That's the chain I wrote about in The Disciplined Operator.
The way out isn't a big speech or a fresh start on Monday.
It's shutting down the argument in your head and making the next move while it's still clear.
A man does not have to choose ruin for ruin to arrive.
He just has to keep waiting.
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