Luck

People borrow the screen

to forget the weight of tomorrow.

Thumbs move faster

than their lives.

Endless feeds.

Endless opinions.

Zero ownership.

The internet became a casino.

Lights flashing.

Small wins of laughter.

Large losses of time.

They scroll through other people’s harvests

while their own fields remain untouched.

Skills are not glamorous.

They do not trend.

They ask for silence,

repetition,

and the courage to look foolish

before looking valuable.

So the builders log off the noise.

They study.

They practice.

They fail privately.

While others memorize drama,

they memorize systems.

One group consumes.

The other compounds.

And when money follows mastery,

the scrollers call it luck,

never realizing

the internet pays builders,

not spectators.