Hard things are hard. That troubled paleness on the physician's face turns out to be the prelude to some devastating words about the results from last week's tests. Hard things are hard. The boss says you cannot delay the transfer any longer. Move your family to the new city next month, or find another job.
Hard things are hard.
You realize that you cannot postpone the layoffs any longer, and you happen to be the person at the top. Hard things are hard. You know the layoffs are coming, and you happen to be the person at the bottom. Hard things are hard. They call you in the middle of the day to say he fell from the monkey bars and you should meet them at the doctor.