Opportunity doesn’t come knocking.

It lies low in a field of weeds, and needs to be ripped out by the root.

But you first have to clear the brush.  Then the overgrowth.  Then get on your hands and knees and muck around until, maybe, you see something promising.  And then you dig, and pull.  And dig some more, and tug, and struggle  It doesn’t want to obey.

Without time and effort, it tears free.  And then it’s yours.