I don’t wear a suit, I don’t have an office, and my hands aren’t always clean.
But every seed I plant, every drop of sweat I give, feeds someone I may never meet.
For farmers, the day begins before sunrise and ends long after sunset. It’s not a job it’s a way of life. The soil becomes a trusted friend, the seasons a calendar, and every harvest a reminder that hard work still matters. While others chase profits and promotions, the farmer chases rain, nurtures growth, and lives with hope stitched into every furrow of the field.
We don’t seek fame or luxury only respect for a profession that keeps the world alive.
Behind every meal, there’s a farmer like me tired, proud, and often forgotten.
So the next time you sit down to eat, take a moment to think of those who work the land. The ones whose names you’ll never know, whose hands make your life possible.
Because while the world runs on technology, it still survives on food and food comes from the farmer.