Old habits of thought do not die suddenly. They wait quietly, ready to return when vigilance fades. Pride, resentment, lust, or anxiety — each tries to rebuild the old structure of the self. When I fall, I remind myself that recognition is already the first step back to clarity. The danger is not the fall itself, but the excuses that follow. To confess immediately, even silently before God, keeps the soul clean. Repentance is not dramatic. It is the decision, repeated daily, to face truth rather than hide from it. Each relapse becomes another proof that without grace, no self-discipline endures. Falling back into old thinking is not failure if it leads to humility. The goal is not to never fall, but to rise quicker each time — until the old ways lose their attraction and the new life becomes natural.