There’s something interesting about how life works.
It behaves like an algorithm.
It doesn’t reward wanting.
It doesn’t reward wishing.
It doesn’t reward complaining.
It doesn’t reward potential.
It rewards activity.
The moment you start doing something, learning, practising, applying, building, improving, the algorithm updates and begins to push opportunities toward you.
You’ve seen it happen.
The moment you exercise consistently, the opportunities to be healthier appear.
The moment you take a course, job openings start showing up.
The moment you update your CV, recruiters suddenly discover you.
The moment you post your work, clients start messaging.
The moment you practice your skill publicly, collaborations appear.
The algorithm isn’t biased. It’s responsive.
Stop waiting for life to show you favour, show it activity.... consistently.
2026 won’t reward your intentions. It will reward your inputs.
I once wrote about Harry Maguire back in January.
Told my son about how the whole world laughed at him, called him the worst defender alive.
He was mocked by fans, pundits, even politicians.
He lost the captain’s band, his family got threats.
Yet he said nothing, he just kept working.
He tried not repeating the same mistakes, but correcting them.
He wasn't seeking pity, but studying his game, training harder, getting better.
Yesterday, his clutch goal against Liverpool at Anfield reminded me why I respect him.
Because Maguire didn’t fight back with words, he fought back with growth.
Now, the same people who mocked him, applaud him.
The same fans who trolled him, chant his name.
He didn’t just wait for his time, he worked for it. Consistency and hard work.
Every insult became fuel, every setback became a lesson.
When life embarrasses you, don’t defend yourself, develop yourself.
The loudest response is quiet improvement. Your results will argue for you.
But science gives hope
of twice three score
and ten. Hope
is not a grain of sand.
Inner satisfaction
dwindles in sharp
blades of expectation.
From now on the world has you.
The Panic of Growing Older
— Lenrie Peters
The panic
of growing older
spreads fluttering wings
from year to year
At twenty
stilled by hope
of gigantic success
time and exploration
At thirty
a sudden throb of
pain. Laboratory tests
have nothing to show
Legs cribbed
in domesticity allow
no sudden leaps
at the moon now
Copybook bisected
with red ink
and failures
nothing to show the world
Three children perhaps
the world expects
it of you. No
specialist’s effort there.