No Easy Way

It never was easy and never will be. Nobody handed him anything. People wait for the right time, but there is no right time: you move or you stay behind. He watched dreams evaporate while those who moved first became their own greatest chance. No shortcut, no map to where he is heading, just two feet. There is no shortcut to the top; you climb or you fall. He built on his own boots, rose from places with no roots, and came back hungry. The Arabic verses say the same: no open door without knocking and pushing, no success without effort, and that is the law that lifts.