Out here in the fields, I fight for my meals. Toiling under the beating heat of the sun every day, it feels like I'm barely left alive at the end of each day. My body aches and I'm drenched with sweat. It's almost unbearable, and yet every night I clean myself up, lay down in bed, and work again in the morning.
Some people would've called this 'torture.' To be sure, this observation is coming from my peers and coworkers. But, I think I'm one of the few people to disagree. It may be trying, tough, hot, even excruciating . . . but hard work, in my eyes, always gets rewarded. Despite everything that might make me wish for an easier life, I know that in taking up the less-beaten path, I shall reap the more fruitful benefits in the end.