We have become a generation

that wants the crown

but hates the weight of it.

We want harvests

from seeds we never planted.

We want applause

for battles we never fought.

We want the results,

but we run from the process.

Wishing is not a strategy.

Dreaming is not labour.

And prayer is not a replacement for action.

God is not a magician.

He is the Righteous God.

You cannot keep asking heaven for a harvest

while refusing to touch the soil.

You want the same results

as the person who studies while you scroll,

prays while you mock,

builds while you sleep,

and keeps going while you complain?

Then ask yourself:

What exactly have you done to deserve the same result?

When I say,

“I am proud of you,”

what am I proud of?

The certificate?

The money?

The applause?

No.

I am proud of the nights nobody saw.

The discipline nobody celebrated.

The failures you swallowed quietly.

The days you wanted to quit

but chose to continue.

Because the road to the throne

has always passed through the cross.

You don't wake up at the summit

without bleeding on the mountain.

And remember this:

Memes may occupy your attention.

Books sharpen your mind.

Entertainment can fill your hours.

Knowledge can build your future.

You cannot feed your mind with nothing

and expect it to produce something extraordinary.

Everybody wants to be remembered.

But very few are willing

to become worthy of remembrance.

Everybody wants the throne.

Few can survive the cross.