Schmadversity
Sometimes the most frustrating things in your life are what bring you the most joy in the end.
Like backpacking. When I was a youngster in the Boy Scouts, I used to HATE going backpacking. Mostly it was the getting ready I hated; gathering equipment, packing meals, checking the state of my gear. It was miserable.
The trip itself was usually just fine. Any strife caused by sore feet, mosquitoes, blisters, or horribly inclement weather was offset by pretending I was Indiana Jones or the last Mohican.
But nothing beat coming home. Hot water, normal food, and comfortable shoes were all the sweeter. All the things I had become complacent with I appreciated more after slogging through a difficult and even painful weekend (or week) of outdoorsmanship.
So any pain or frustration I have to go through now isn’t so bad because I know everything else will be better once it’s over.
Just make sure you avoid people who actively seek out that frustration.
Masochists are just cutters with better self-image.
