I sincerely wish you success in every part of your life in the coming year. Beyond your wildest dreams.
But what is success? I wonder.
I used to think we all had the same idea about success (mine of course) but I was wrong.
Success means different things to different people. For some it’s all about money, for others prestige; for some secure relationships and for others simply surviving each day. Consider for example what success means to a refuge in a war torn area of the world with no food for her starving children compared to a Harvard graduate looking for her first job. You know what I mean.
We all want, but we want different things.
What am I rambling about now?
Sorry. It’s the New Years thing, mixed with my post-cancer survivor guilt, mixed with writer angst. I’m asking myself, “What exactly do I want?” Should I want? I’m not sure of the answer.
World peace… yada…yada… Of course, but for me, little old me -What?
Maybe the drugs are still addling my brain, but success as I last thought about it (i.e., having truck loads of readers) isn’t as important to me now. Yet I stumble on, as if it is. Maybe when I catch my breath it will be. Maybe not.
So I leave you with an Albert quote that I like:
“Try not to become a man of success. Rather become a man of value.”
― Albert Einstein