The most important lesson that you will learn is that hope is the enemy and joy is its sidekick. As long as you have either, the peppers can hurt you.
Go ahead, get your 10x10 rows of perfectly spaced growing habitats with soil ingredients measured to the ppm, monitor their temperature down to a tenth of a degree, hook up a webcam so you can monitor their progress in realtime from anywhere, sing them lullabies and kiss them goodnight. Then know the pain of losing them all as some minor imbalance in the next few months causes them to wither and die in front of your eyes, while the salt from your tears kills the last as you rock it back and forth, sobbing, in your arms. This may need to be repeated for a few seasons before you're ready to move on to the next step.
After your heart has suitably withered and hardened into something vaguely resembling coal, try again with a different approach.
Take a single cup/bucket/spittoon/ashtray/chamberpot and throw some dirt in it. Take a handful of seeds and throw them at the dirt as hard as you can, while screaming vegetationally-charged epithets at them. Put the container somewhere that you'll notice it about once a week so you can repeat the swearing and occasionally spit upon them. As long as you have nothing but hate in your heart, those goddamn plants will grow with a vengeance.
One day, you will notice that they have grown into fine, mighty plants capable of producing a bountiful harvest. You will allow yourself a moment of pride.
And that's when the goddamn aphids appear.