Wealth is What You Don’t See
When the rains come, even water begins to skip. It gushes through streets and past homes, leaping and splashing about like children returning home victorious from a match. You hear it, you see it — full of joy, noise, and motion. But for all its drama, the rain is temporary. It leaves behind puddles and soaked clothes, but not much else. Children, too, after winning, leap like balls, their canvas shoes thudding on wet ground, laughter trailing them like kites in the wind. They are the celebration, the highlight, the fleeting glimpse of energy that tells a story of effort, victory, and pride. But what we forget is what lies beneath that burst of joy — the quiet hours of practice, the morning drills, the unnoticed bruises, the discipline of showing up even when the skies were still dry and silent. That’s where the real victory was built — away from the eyes of the crowd. Wealth is much the same. It is not the leaping water or the cheering children. It is the quiet reservoir below the ...