Grind Through The Dullness

They said, chase your passion, and wealth will appear,

But they never mentioned the struggle so near.

The calls you must make, the emails to send,

The numbers to track, the rules that won’t bend.

The late-night reports, the taxes to file,

The pitches that flop, yet you force out a smile.

The deals that drag on, the payments delayed,

The hours spent fixing mistakes you have made.

No spark of excitement, no thrill in the task,

But if you ignore it, your dreams will not last.

So you grind through the dullness, embrace what you must,

For success isn't magic—it's built upon trust.

Not in luck or in fate, but the work you put through,

Even the things that you hate but must do.