That which we persist in doing becomes easier to do—not because the thing has changed, but because our power to do has increased.
— R. W. Emerson
Hard things don’t soften.
You sharpen.
Every repetition files away doubt, toughens dicipline, widens courage.
Show up long enough and the grind becomes a song you know by heart—
the chord where effort meets joy, chaos slips into cadence,
and struggle turns, almost shyly, into flow.
Age Quod Agis.
Do what you are doing.
No splintered attention, no half‑lit tabs.
Pour yourself, unbroken, into the single task before you.
Because time is elastic—
what really snaps is voltage.
Guard your current, not your clock.
When energy is full and focused, a minute blooms into an hour’s worth of living.
Lift the weight until it feels like music.
Write the line until it hums.
Persist, insist, and power arrives—
quiet, steady, unmistakable in stillness.
What, right now, is asking for the whole of you?
Age Quod Agis—now.