TENACITY and PERSISTENCE in achieving goals

Always go ahead, set new goals each time and fulfill them. You can fall nine times, but you have to get up ten and get stronger and step higher. The key to success is clear planning and tactics. Ability to think, count and see two steps ahead of their opponents. Use new ideas and scientific advances for your own purposes. Reasonable audacity, the ability to take risks and courage in actions are the qualities of a real Emperor.

Alexander, in his desire to follow the heroic paradigm, naturally placed great value on honor, and with it to the virtues of self-control and self-denial. He always went forward, having a great goal and fulfilling it without fear, inspiring many people, changing history and the map of the earth.

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УПОРСТВО И НАСТОЙЧИВОСТЬ в достижении целей

Всегда идите вперед, ставьте каждый раз новые цели и выполняйте их. Вы можете девять раз упасть, но обязаны встать десять и стать сильнее и шагнуть выше. Залог успеха - четкое планировани и тактика. Умение мыслить, считать и видеть на два шага вперед своих противников. Использовать новые идеи и достижения науки для своих целей. Разумная дерзость, умение рисковать и смелость в действиях - качества настоящего Императора.

Александр, в своем желании следовать героической парадигме, естественно, придавал большое значение чести, а вместе с ней и достоинствам самоконтроля и самоотречения. Он всегда шел вперед, имея великую цель и осуществлял ее без страха, вдохновляя многих людей, меняя историю и карту земли.

I lose my self-control ♫

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Peter Gabriel - No Self Control

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There’s something inside me that pulls beneath the surface

Consuming, confusing

This lack of self-control, I fear is never-ending

Controlling, I can’t seem

To find myself again, my walls are closing in

(Without a sense of confidence

I’m convinced there’s just too much pressure to take)

I’ve felt this way before, so insecure

Crawling in my skin

These wounds, they will not heal

Fear is how I fall

Confusing what is real

Discomfort, endlessly has pulled itself upon me

Distracting, reacting

Against my will, I stand beside my own reflection

It’s haunting how I can’t seem

To find myself again, my walls are closing in

(Without a sense of confidence

I’m convinced there’s just too much pressure to take)

I’ve felt this way before, so insecure

Crawling in my skin

These wounds, they will not heal

Fear is how I fall

Confusing what is real

Hey, you're playing with my delirium

And the longer I wait the harder I'm gonna fall

Stop playing with my delirium

'Cause I'm outta my head and outta my self-control

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"A 'treat' is different from a 'reward', which must be justified or earned. A treat is a small pleasure or indulgence that we give to ourselves just because we want it. Treats give us greater vitality, which boosts self-control, which helps us maintain our healthy habits."

- Gretchen Rubin

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Eilidh Dashwood didn't care he didn't attend the ball with her.

'Cause I'm outta my head and outta my self-control..."

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Head: Lelutka Fleur

Hair: Doux - Valentine

Top: Ison - Naima Silk Wrap tee

Bolero: Ison Milye Feather

Headpiece: Cureless & Disorderly - Lune de La Reine

If you can't handle a queen then go play with the princesses.....

SOFI TUKKER - Baby I'm A Queen

Baby I'm a queen, so why do you call me baby?

It's been about a week, it's too soon for nicknames

You tire me out but fill me up

And I don't mind it very much

You do not wait to wake me up

Too soon for mourning

I might prefer desire to self control

I might prefer crying to being composed

I might prefer chaos to even flow

It's too soon for sense though

I might prefer desire to self control

I might prefer crying to being composed

I might prefer chaos to even flow

It's too soon for sense though

Maybe I'm a queen, and maybe I am a baby

It's been over a week, still too soon for nicknames

You tire me out but fill me up

And I don't mind it very much

You do not wait to wake me up

Too soon for mourning

I might prefer desire to self control

I might prefer crying to being composed

I might prefer chaos to even flow

It's too soon for sense though

I might prefer desire to self control

I might prefer crying to being composed

I might prefer chaos to even flow

It's too soon for sense though

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This will be Fred's first 52 weeks project. Although he did show up a lot in Aggie's and Eva's projects last year, he has yet to have more than a supporting role.

For those unfamiliar with Fred - he is a very handsome golden retriever almost puppy of 10 months old. What he lacks in self control, he more than makes up in cuteness. He can often be found with various parts of Agnes (tail, hind leg, and head) in his mouth. On her part Agnes is quite tolerant. She does like him, but will only actively wrestle about 30% of the time that Fred wants to. Eva tolerates less of his shenanigans.

This is going to be a different project for me as he does not excel in being a minimum focal length away and "stay" is not his strongest command.

As far as your self-control goes, as far goes your freedom.

Secondo la teoria delle giraffe di Darwin, tra 500 anni avremo tutti le braccia piú lunghe di un metro… per fare meglio i selfie.

Dovete avere più self-ie-control.

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According to a theory of Darwin's giraffes, in 500 years we will all have arms longer than a meter… for better rates, selfies.

You must have more self-control.

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Fuji X-Pro3. Editorial self-control, that is.

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It rained and everyone got wet.

ˢᵒ ᵖᵘʳᵉ, ˢᵒ ʳᵃʳᵉ

ᵀᵒ ʷⁱᵗⁿᵉˢˢ ˢᵘᶜʰ ᵃⁿ ᵉᵃʳᵗʰˡʸ ᵍᵒᵈᵈᵉˢˢ

ᵀʰᵃᵗ ᴵ'ᵛᵉ ˡᵒˢᵗ ᵐʸ ˢᵉˡᶠ-ᶜᵒⁿᵗʳᵒˡ

ᴮᵉʸᵒⁿᵈ ᶜᵒᵐᵖᵉˡˡᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰʳᵒʷ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵈᵒˡˡᵃʳ

ᴰᵒʷⁿ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ

ᴴᵒˡⁱᵉˢᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵃˡᵗᵃʳˢ

ᴵ'ᵈ ˢᵉˡˡ ᵐʸ ˢᵒᵘˡ

ᴬⁿᵈ ᵐʸ ˢᵉˡᶠ-ᵉˢᵗᵉᵉᵐ ᵃ ᵈᵒˡˡᵃʳ ᵃᵗ ᵃ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ

ᶠᵒʳ ᵒⁿᵉ ᶜʰᵃⁿᶜᵉ, ᵒⁿᵉ ᵏⁱˢˢ

ᴼⁿᵉ ᵗᵃˢᵗᵉ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘ, ᵐʸ ᴹᵃᵍᵈᵃˡᵉⁿᵃ

Earthly Goddess

Nefekalum - Oracle's Crown @ Midnight Order

Doux - River Hairstyle @ Mainstore

Jack Spoon - Miel Lipstick @ Anthology

Vermilion - Forbidden Paradise Set @ Midnight Order

Aii - Stardancer Cuffs Set @ Mainstore

Soap Berry - Merila Orbuculum @ Midnight Order

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High, higher than the sun

You shoot me from a gun

I need you to elevate me here

At the corner of your lips

As the orbit of your hips

Eclipse

You elevate my soul

I've got no self control

Been living like a mole now

Going down, excavation

High and High in the sky

You make me feel like I can fly

So high

Elevation

U2

For we, when we feel, evaporate: oh, we

breathe ourselves out and away: from ember to ember,

yielding us fainter fragrance. Then someone may say to us:

‘Yes, you are in my blood, the room, the Spring-time

is filling with you’..... What use is that: they cannot hold us,

we vanish inside and around them. And those who are beautiful,

oh, who holds them back? Appearance, endlessly, stands up,

in their face, and goes by. Like dew from the morning grass,

what is ours rises from us, like the heat

from a dish that is warmed. O smile: where? O upward gaze:

new, warm, vanishing wave of the heart - :

oh, we are that. Does the cosmic space,

we dissolve into, taste of us then? Do the Angels

really only take back what is theirs, what has streamed out of them,

or is there sometimes, as if by an oversight, something

of our being, as well? Are we as mingled with their

features, as there is vagueness in the faces

of pregnant women? They do not see it in the swirling

return to themselves. (How should they see it?)

Lovers, if they knew how, might utter

strange things in night air. Since it seems

everything hides us. Look, trees exist; houses,

we live in, still stand. Only we

pass everything by, like an exchange of air.

And all is at one, in keeping us secret, half out of

shame perhaps, half out of inexpressible hope.

Lovers, each satisfied in the other, I ask

you about us. You grasp yourselves. Have you a sign?

Look, it happens to me, that at times my hands

become aware of each other, or that my worn face

hides itself in them. That gives me a slight

sensation. But who would dare to exist only for that?

You, though, who grow in the other’s delight

until, overwhelmed, they beg:

‘No more’ -: you, who under your hands

grow richer like vintage years of the vine:

who sometimes vanish, because the other

has so gained the ascendancy: I ask you of us. I know

you touch so blissfully because the caress withholds,

because the place you cover so tenderly

does not disappear: because beneath it you feel

pure duration. So that you promise eternity

almost, from the embrace. And yet, when you’ve endured

the first terrible glances, and the yearning at windows,

and the first walk together, just once, through the garden:

Lovers, are you the same? When you raise yourselves

one to another’s mouth, and hang there – sip against sip:

O, how strangely the drinker then escapes from their action.

Weren’t you amazed by the caution of human gesture

on Attic steles? Weren’t love and departure

laid so lightly on shoulders, they seemed to be made

of other matter than ours? Think of the hands

how they rest without weight, though there is power in the torso.

Those self-controlled ones know, through that: so much is ours,

this is us, to touch our own selves so: the gods

may bear down more heavily on us. But that is the gods’ affair.

If only we too could discover a pure, contained

human place, a strip of fruitful land of our own,

between river and stone! For our own heart exceeds us,

even as theirs did. And we can no longer

gaze after it into images, that soothe it, or into

godlike bodies, where it restrains itself more completely.

Rainer Maria Rilke

Another Day · This Mortal Coil

JUSTICE

Fuji X-E3 plus Helios 44M-7 wide-open. Here again, I tried not to sharpen up the image. In fact, I added some grain and fuzziness.

Want to be balanced?

I need to get better.

Missing some of those pretty words.

amar - love

ajudar - help

respeito - respect

ação - deed, agency, step

colheita - profit, gain

disciplina - self-control

honestidade - honesty, truthfulness, artessness

agradecer - give thanks

The last of nine graphics, attempting to highlight the Fruit of the Spirit, as given in Galatians 5:22-23, by using fruit that might be purchased in some grocery-store or market, with each Fruit of the Spirit having a poster with a solid fruit that begins with the same one or more letters as the Fruit of the Spirit.

Thanks for looking!

Standing here watching this gently flowing stream meander through the meadow made me think of how gentle and lowly our Lord is. He was acquainted with grief and suffering and He humbled Himself even to the point of death on the cross. Our Lord knows how to empathize with us in our weakness and in our trial, yet He is still our Lord and He is the LORD of all things. Our Lord is both gentle and lowly, while also powerful and He is a Mighty Warrior who conquered sin and death and none of His foes can defeat Him! His power is perfectly self controlled in His Omniscient Wisdom!

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Ramadan is a holy month of fasting, introspection and prayer for Muslims, the followers of Islam. It is celebrated as the month during which Muhammad received the initial revelations of the Quran, the holy book for Muslims. Fasting is one of the five fundamental principles of Islam.

Fasting is primarily an exercise of devotion to willingly renounce oneself, for a definite period of time, from all bodily appetites in order to form spiritual discipline and self-control. Muslims are prohibited from eating or drinking from dawn (fajr) to dusk (maghrib) when the adhan is sounded.

For Smile on Saturday theme 'Orange'.

I have only recently discovered the wonders of a Terry's Chocolate Orange after my husband bought me one for a treat, and have become seriously addicted - it took all my powers of self-control to get through this photoshoot...

"This is for emergencies ONLY !

Exercise some self control, ok guys?

So, who's up for ordering some take-out? Chinese ok?" *smiles*

(Heck yes this is dumb!)

...I had to have a bit of self-control not to post the obvious title for this photo. ;-)

Let the puns begin....

“The fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law" (Galatians 5:22)

February Alphabet Fun Month 2025 edition

This photo required a lot of patience, discipline, and self-control. That lasted all of a few minutes. Clean-up was delicious!

The highest-selling cookie brand in the world has been around since 1912.

Lit with natural light and a Ulanzi LED.

Self-determination is not, good alone, it needs to be tempered with self-control!

Self Control

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parc de la Tête d'Or - Lyon

From this paradise, this garden, this Eden, we were to begin our journey toward heaven, but we deserted our training, abandoned our self-control, went limp before the contest for the crown even began. We were to increase from the image of God to the likeness of God, but we lost heart here, east of Eden.

-DAVID W. FAGERBERG, Liturgical Dogmatics How Catholic Beliefs Flow from Liturgical Prayer

Arrastrándose sigilósamente por mi piel,

estas heridas no curarán.

El miedo es la causa de mi caida,

confundiendo lo que es real.

Hay algo dentro de mí

que empuja bajo la superficie,

consumiendo, confundiendo.

Esta falta de auto control, me temo que nunca terminará,

Parece que no puedo

encontrarme a mi misma de nuevo.

Mis paredes me asfixian.

Sin una gota de confianza y estoy convencida

de que queda demasiada presión que soportar

Me he sentido así antes.....

Pero lo que no me mató me hizo fuerte.

♪ ♩ Crawling

Against my will I stand before my own reflection.....

These wounds will not heal.

Fear is the cause of my fall,

confusing what is real.

there is something inside of me

that pushes under the surface,

consuming, confusing.

This lack of self control, I'm afraid it will never end,

I can't seem to

find myself again.

My walls suffocate me.

Without a drop of confidence and I'm convinced

that there is too much pressure to bear

I've felt this way before.....

But what didn't kill me made me strong.

A cronic , often relapsing brain disorder characterised by a compulsive, uncontrollable urge to engage in behaviour despite harmful physical or psychological impact

It involves a loss of self control and often causes withdrawal symptoms

Well that about sums me up when I don't get my fix of wave action

Enjoy!!!!!!!

As the dandelion, we drift away, having only awareness and undetermined time for adaptation to our seemingly predetermined arrival points on earth. Is this life with it's limited, somewhat controllable challenges? Or do we fall victim to the illusion of self control, self help and the endless humanitarian efforts to create peace or life without death. Existentialism is not our hope. However, life is!

Brent

Why is it difficult to do right

But so easy to sin?

Find the peace in losing to move on

From the chaos of the win

That demon in the mirror is still the saint that he portrays

So the songs of tomorrow borrow sorrows from today

And I don't wanna let you go

I think about you now everywhere I roll

Somewhere down the road, I lost my soul

And I know 'cause the glitter doesn't mean it's gold

And I don't wanna hurt nobody

I just wanna let the truth be told

I don't wanna hurt nobody

But I'm about to lose my self-control

www.youtube.com/watch?v=rfF5W4Rglkc

Location: Strawberry Lake

After showing Wilbur's naughty side yesterday, I thought it would be nice to show that he does have self control, especially when there is a yummy treat in sight. :)

www.youtube.com/watch?v=fmO1u3ONYg8

Alone in this house again tonight

I got the TV on, the sound turned down and a bottle of wine

There's pictures of you and I on the walls around me

The way that it was and could have been surrounds me

I'll never get over you walkin' away

I've never been the kind to ever let my feelings show

And I thought that bein' strong meant never losin' your self-control

But I'm just drunk enough to let go of my pain

To hell with my pride, let it fall like rain

From my eyes

Tonight I want to cry

This is a song about a person I love

Ay ay ay

I got a toxic attitude and lack of self control

A reasonably fucked up individual

Need you to cleanse my sins

So I can go to school

P-p-p-please

They're gonna lock me in a closet, but I'm coming out

Singing fuck all the oppression and the self doubt

I'm gonna bite all of your fingers, put them in my mouth

I'm on my knees

So take it easy, take it easy, take it easy,

Take it easy, take it easy on me

I know you're so hard to please

Just take it easy, take it easy on me

Ay ay ay

He got, he got my heart in his hands like a headlock

he holds all the p-p-power in his fingertips

he's gonna suck on my strawberry lipstick

he's gonna taste my body with his fingertips

I cannot breathe

I can't breathe

-YUNGBLUD

Inspired by Morphine's cure for pain