The Joy of Overcoming Challenges

i was taught that pain means success, you know what i mean? That if you're not suffering to some degree, then you can't really be successful. This produces a workaholic attitude in me, where i'll get up at four, five a m and start working because it will definitely produce a certain level of pain. I love that i have friends who call me like a blue bellied commy - they think i must be someclopa conspiracy or something. And ii love it, because i feel lhike, my very existence ruins their conspiracy,. ecause i'm not, you know, i just, we just believe differently. What a sad universe it would be