Sometimes during the week it feels a little like both. Discipline can be a voice inside of our heads, a comment by somebody close to us, or a stranger we pass on the street. As we live, this little word begins to creep in to our families, our jobs, and our relationships until one day we come to a crossroads where we can go no further without it.
Mutual respect is established.
It can be many things. Perhaps it's meant to be that true Discipline has to be self-imposed, and can only last coming from within. It can be taught, it can be learned, but in the end the decision to implement it lays in our hands. Eventually, it is up to us to decide whether Discipline becomes our friend, or an enemy, but the value of its existence cannot be denied. We reap what we sow.