I chased the concept of success for a very long time.
I chased it for a very, very, very long time.
I chased it into some pretty sketchy situations.
I chased it into some pretty dark and scary places too.
I chased it into some hard spots and over unsturdy bridges, but we scraped by.
We always managed to scrape by.
I was/am successful.
Based on what metrics, that depends, but on many, yes I am successful.
Success is fascinating because what I wanted twenty years ago and what I want now are completely the same and entirely different. I think I have always wanted something real in concept, but in practice, I spent far too much time practicing other people’s techniques.
I am no longer the mentee in the game, but by no means does that mean I am not a student.
I simply now know that age does not equate wisdom.
I also know that money does not provide peace.
I am sure that marriage does not create safety and security.
I am undoubtedly sure that one’ reputation is equivalent to the Lochness monster, we have all heard of it and its potential, but we have also seen strong challenges to what ‘destroying one’s reputation’…
