Old man: Your a pretty young guyโฆ(continues to tell story)
Me: Well Iโm not that young Iโm ____..
Old man: Oh really, whatโs the secret?
Me: To be honest, itโs laughing when youโre not supposed to and crying when you need to.
Old man: I like that.
Sorrow sells but triumph is in most cases a silent reward. Nobody saw the grind but the outcome is celebrated. Almost as if failure makes you more human/relatable.