If we could taste life, it would taste like blood, sweat, and tears.

I can remember when our parents used to say they don't feel like the festive season is the same as they used to when they were younger. This statement always used to make me surprised thinking, how could someone not feel the warmth of festive. And in my head, I promised myself I will not end up becoming the same feelingless as my parents.

Ah, I was a poor soul who doesn't have any knowledge how sour reality tastes like. I read it somewhere, If we could taste life, it would taste like blood, sweat, and tears.

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Now I understand why the saying is so true.

I guess life comes in that tastes at some point in everybody's life. I'm talking about 'we' - commoners, who have to deal with life to make sure what would be on their dinner plate. If you can't relate to this then congrats; either you are fortunate enough or you are not mature yet.

Anyway, so what I was saying.

Now I exactly feel like what my parents used to feel many years ago. I feel like my son fulfills me, his happiness is enough and I don't have to celebrate myself anymore.

This is just a perspective. What I meant to say is far different from this but related.

You can question any successful or happy person, how they went this far? What made them climb this high?

They will probably gonna share their sacrifices, hard work, countless sleepless nights, millions of stressful stories, and so on. Because whoever made that upstairs can't go without sacrificing their blood, sweat, and tears.

The stories of our struggles are different, what we call happiness or success would also be very different. But one thing would be the same and that is the sacrifices we made.

I'm done with complaining about life, I accept the sour taste.