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Every worthwhile accomplishment, big or little, has its stages of drudgery and triumph; a beginning, a struggle and a victory.

Every worthwhile accomplishment, big or little, has its stag

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This quote emphasizes that every meaningful achievement, regardless of its size, is comprised of different phases. It suggests that even small successes require going through periods of hard work and challenges before ultimately reaching a satisfactory outcome. Whether it is a significant accomplishment or a minor one, there is always a commencement marked by enthusiasm, followed by a challenging phase of laborious efforts. However, perseverance and dedication lead to triumph, illustrating that every achievement, irrespective of its scale, entails overcoming obstacles and ultimately attaining success.

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