My grandfather was one of those people who enjoyed the journey even though he never accomplished any large feats of greatness. When he was older he would sometimes sit down in his easy chair and comment on how fatigued he was. Such a comment was usually followed with a smile and the words, 'But it's a good tired.' My grandfather seemed to recognize that some days offer that experience of a 'good tired,' while others leave a taste of pure exhaustion.
— John Izzo, Second Innocence