Grind

The best things come to those who cling, crawl, drag, drudge, grind, and grit inch by inch until they get there.

Joy is the sum total of millions upon millions of mundane moments.

The last one standing with be the one with the highest tolerance for boredom, disappointment, heartbreak, loss, pain, and and setbacks.

What could get you through all that?

Only one thing in the universe: Love.

Everything else–fear, rage, vanity–is too thin to go the distance. A future that is lasting and worthy cannot be at the end of those things.

Glory is at the end of the grind and only the grind. And love is what keeps grinding until its object shines like a diamond.

Do you have the love?

Then keep grinding.