Life is a Grind.
My mother had a huge Grinding machine. It was quite popular among those who cooked in commercial quantities and families who didn’t have blenders. I helped out in operating this machine many times.
The process was curious. After pouring the condiments into the mill head, they screamed between the jaws of the mill with screeching sounds as we waited beneath it for a blended version. But in spite of their pain, we often had to repeat the process until the owner was satisfied.
Life is like a grinding machine. The process is painful but the product is beautiful. The cars we drive, the food we eat, the accessories we wear and houses we live are all by-products of a process often painful.
Life is a Grind. We will go through tests and trials. Sometimes again and again. It is for smoothness, sweetness and the best.
The aim is not the pain. The aim is the gain.
Life is a Grind....