Epicurus, or the happiness of all concerned.
I have no discipline. Or rather, I have no discipline when it comes to things I just plain don't want to do. Can you blame me? If motivation=wanting and desire, then what depths must we plumb to find motivation for that which we despise? Some abstracted sense of duty, or commitment, or balance...to whom, I cannot say. Does the lack of desire ease the path to pleasure? Only if we assume that we cannot attain that which we seek... And does the attainment of everything we desire truly result in pleasure? Not by a long shot, baby.

Last night's karaoke selections:
Fleetwood Mac: Gold Dust Woman
Manfred Mann's Earth Band: Blinded By the Light
Stevie Nicks: Silver Spring

Forget your troubles, c'mon get hammered...