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HARD LIFE

Let us consider for a moment the business of keeping the body fit and the spirit well. Working out requires you to rise before the sun, to break a sweat, to summon up determination, and yes, perhaps even to venture into spaces where others are pushing themselves just as you are. Eating healthily, too, demands sacrifice and discipline. People might even look upon you with pity or judgment for being so fastidious. But what, really, is the alternative?

Now, let’s look at the flipside: to neglect the body, to choose ease over health—this, too, carries a toll. One must still avoid foods, but for different reasons; one must still dedicate time and resources, but now it is spent on medicine, not wellness. One finds oneself surrounded by others in similar straits, all struggling under the weight of illness. So, you see, each choice carries its own version of difficulty.

The difference lies in which path holds the promise of growth, of expansion. When you take up the challenge of health, you’re investing in a body that will support your joy, that will enable you to fully experience life. And yes, when you decide to make this effort, you’re rewarded not just with a fit body but with a spirit that has been sharpened by the journey.

Now, consider wealth and the pursuit of work that fulfills you. To build something new—a business, perhaps—is a path strewn with risk, doubt, and demands upon your time and energy. Yet, when you take up that path, it forces you to grow. You find yourself surrounded by the bold and the resilient, those who push the boundaries of their potential. There is hardship, yes, but also vitality and vision.

And what of those who avoid the difficulty of creation? They find themselves mired in scarcity, often resigned to lives that feel constrained and limited. They are met with hardship, too, but a different kind—the kind that brings not growth but stagnation. Surrounded by others in a similar plight, they feel the weight of worry and envy.

The lesson here, if there is one, is that every path demands something of you. You may choose the challenge that calls forth your strengths, that sharpens you and expands your experience of life. Or you may choose the path that appears easier, only to find that, in avoiding one kind of hardship, you’ve traded it for another—one that contracts you, one that weighs you down.

The most precious thing we have, truly, is not time but time spent well, in health, in growth, and in freedom. So, when you find yourself tempted to pass your challenges off to some future self, remember that every choice shapes not just the future but who you are now. You have only this moment, this breath, to decide: shall I take the path that is hard but liberating, or the one that appears easy but binds me?

In the end, there is no escaping the reality of hard things. But when we accept the hard things that call us to grow, we find that life itself becomes a dance, a flow, a beautiful unfolding rather than a burden.




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