We all want smooth seas, a sunny day and plenty of fish in our net. But the world doesn't work that way. Some days we grind our hands to blisters and bone, and we go home with nothing. We feel like failures. We hang our heads and want nothing more than to crawl into a nice, dark, warm hole, and stay there the rest of our days.
And it's those moments that matter. It's those moments that we push a little harder, we grind down a little more. That's when we shape ourselves. The callouses will build, and each day it become our job to find the edge of those callouses and break them open anew. Find the new waters, fish a new spot, and maybe sight our Moby Dick.
Hopefully, he doesn't kill us. ;)