The hard thing

Challenges inflated into epics, self-chosen discomfort wrapped in the language of war.
Yet nothing resembles a battlefield, least of all consequence.

Voices rise, beating their chests, selling hardship like salvation.
Struggle becomes spectacle; every drop of sweat, paraded like scripture.

It’s almost comical - watching men baptize themselves in sweat and call it transcendence.

Push hard. Grind longer. Got to war, even. But tell me:

What's hard about flexing a muscle you already trained?

It is comfort dressed in sweat.

The only hard thing these days, it seems, is to do something challenging and keep it yours.

Don't post about it. Don't parade it. Don't sell it.

Let it live and memorize it where it was born - within yourself.