Every morning begins with a choice—
to rise, to push, to try again.
Even when the world still sleeps,
your fire wakes early,
ready to build something greater than yesterday.
Hard work isn't loud;
it lives in quiet hours,
in the moments no one sees—
when you keep going
even when your body is tired
and your heart feels heavy.
Success isn't sudden.
It grows through steady steps,
slow climbs,
and countless small victories.
You learn to trust the process,
to honor the grind,
to believe that effort becomes strength.
There are days when you stumble,
days when everything feels too much—
but you rise anyway.
Because your dreams
deserve someone
who refuses to quit.
So you move forward,
hands steady, spirit fierce—
a reminder that greatness belongs
to those who show up,
work hard,
and never stop becoming better
than they were before.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem