Some of those hard threads in the fabric of life are big, wide, hard threads that come to stay and never fade away. Big or little, long or short, though, hard things are always hard. They make you stop at the operating room doors. 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.