You are not responsible for the fruits of your labor.
Just the labor itself.
The actual work
Not the applause.
The promises you made
Not the reactions you get.
The trust you seek
Is best earned from doing the labor
And its your best shot at
The change you hope to see in the world.
People can offer shortcuts and work-arounds
But nothing beats progress that costs something:
The perseverance to show up day after day
The vulnerability of a leap of faith
The risk of rejection
The painful stubbornness of hope.
And whether or not the people sing your praises,
Being in love with the labor
Will keep you from being derailed
By victory or defeat
And the opinions of others.
Get to work.