I'm a pessimist.
The beer glass in front of me is half empty. (My liver, though, is half full.)
And now I'm reading my fortune cookie. It says, "A pound of pluck is worth a ton of duck."
I don't know what pluck is, but I bet I could beat it senseless with a ton of duck.
I never liked pep talks, but the ones that rhyme are the worst. They take all the soul out of struggling and replace it with crappy frosting, the kind that's made from egg whites and air and food coloring.
No. I want someone to tell me that it is going to SUCK ON TOAST until it's over and everybody knows it. The will to keep things in an honest light is way more encouraging than a mere "atta boy."
And I know. It's supposed to inspire. But it sounds like you're just spreading fertilizer. Do you think plants can live on poop alone? Can you picture a row of dung-laden potatoes crying, "No pain, no gain"?
Well, okay, I just did, and it was hilarious.