Without pressure, diamonds remain coal, Without pressure, character won’t find its role. Without pressure, fulfillment stays afar, Without pressure, joy but a fading star.
But tempered pressure, wisely applied, Shapes the soul, pride set aside. In this crucible, character grows defined, And through such trials, true joy we find.
Thus, embrace the squeeze, the shaping pain, For in each struggle, there’s much to gain. Refined by pressure, with grit employ, Emerges strength, character, and joy.
