You can’t control if you get lucky. You can’t even control if you get a fair chance. Despite the best education, smart planning, and friends in high places you can be blindsided by the worst of unfair conditions.
Your good ideas can be spoiled by petty people. Your honorable intentions can be undone by passive aggressive peers. Your intelligence and insight can be copied and stolen and spoiled.
But no one can take from you your effort.
No one can force you to not give your best. It’s the biggest difference between champions and everyone else.
Champions put in more time. They work harder. Every day.
And even though there’s always somebody else who is smarter or more well connected, someone else with more money or more privilege, they always seem to rise above the competition and emerge as winners.
That’s because they’re willing to do with no one else can stomach — they labor. They celebrate that labor. It is what defines him. It is what separates them. It is their reason for triumph.
Yet it is freely available to those they conquer. Anyone can work hard.
Losers just make excuses why it’s not right for them.
They talk eloquently about “working smarter” and the “need to get enough sleep”. They cite case studies about “needing to pace yourself” and look down their nose at those who sweat and toil.
And while they make excuses, the winners around them keep their head down. They stay hard at work. Laboring. Toiling. Sweating.
Sometimes gaining only inches. But those inches turn into miles. And those miles turn into continents. And while losers talk about all the reasons why working hard is for dumb people, winners have labored their way into immortal glory.
The difference? They understand that every day is Labor Day.
Every day is the best day to fight and sweat and work and hope and live courageously.
And that is cause for celebration.
Sweat on, my friend. Ignore those too smart to fight for their own success. Keep clawing your way forward.
Those inches will soon put you miles ahead.