“The harder the conflict, the greater the triumph.” George Washington
The shower beer after an ultramarathon or dozen hours of backbreaking farm work is the best feeling, the hot water removing the grime while the cold reward hits your throat and then a sigh of release as you start to relax after the labors.
The case that you had to fight from the moment of meeting the person through the application and underwriting, where it seemed like endless new hurdles and delays and problems, a Hydra sprouting new heads constantly. That paycheck just feels better.
The crotchety guy sitting there with his arms crossed, grump written all over his face at the start of the meeting that slowly opens up and starts to smile and share and even laugh by the end of the meeting who then opens his phone and gives you three mega-millionaires and his blessings.
The higher the mountain, the greater the view and the sweeter the air at the top.
Struggle gives rise to supreme celebrations.
