No pain no gain.

Bersakit-sakit dahulu, bersenang-senang kemudian.

I don’t know exactly when those sayings became known generally. They would’ve easily become a misguided conception on how you should live your live, apart from those who really celebrate torture or took pride in embracing them. That’s an exception.

At some level, people do enjoy the drama in order to attain their means. It’s an energy boost also a pride boost. How many times did people wrote on their social network status, tweeting, and blogging, telling everybody the great effort (or they might want to admit it’s actually the trouble/misery/hardships that they have to endure) to win the desired purpose. To me it’s an obvious s & m, which relatively mild compared to the real term.

Everyone in this planet has it, in varied proportions. It is the law of nature itself. Women had painful births to welcome their newborns. A baby herself had some kind of trauma the moment she was released into the world. How many people do you think ever witnessed a laughing baby the first time they breathe air into their lungs?

However, we strive to avoid pain, misery and all of their brethen by all means as much as possible. Then why some still cling themselves to these rather rash maxims? Are those words a reminder to commend the job well done later on? That would put people on a double standard lifestyle. It’s a dangerous thing to to say, more fatalistic if somebody believes it.

The moment it became a problem is when it’s difficult to distinguish between agreeable and compelled duty. It’s the moment when the adventure begins, all that hovers around some heads is the golden treasure that lies at end of the rainbow, not the excitement that waits around the corner. It’s when sacrifice becomes a heroic ambition. After all, we should know our limits to attain balance of life.

If those troubled things to do as people might judged, for us is an entertaining experience, then it’s not an exertion anymore. How many times a marathon runner take delights in hearing his own footsteps pounding the paths he has taken and forget his breath became shorter and faster, barely aware of the sharp bite of icy cold wind when it’s met with his sweat? How many of them take pleasure of the scenery? Other than only aiming in winning the prize and trophies? People may dismiss the trouble but somehow they still feel the uneasiness. How about focusing on the excitement of running itself? Rather than struggling to keep an even pace and having a strong breathing? Or make a world record? Again, after all it’s only a game.

When pain is no more, then you start to gain.

Hidup senang selalu. (A quote from a practical but brilliant friend)

Don’t they sound much better? More pleasant and uplifting?