My actions create constant prosperity.

An email sent in March turns into a job in October, and by October nobody remembers the email. The connection is real; the receipt is lost.

That gap is why effort so often feels unrewarded. The work and the money are separated by months, and the mind wants them in the same week.

Prosperity is less a result than a backlog slowly arriving. Some of what pays you this year was set moving by a version of you who was convinced nothing was happening.