Do you ever stop and ask yourself: "have I succeeded in my life?"
|Are success and failure predefined paths which we have to follow the signs to reach?|
We are in a constant search for a success. We have whole sections in bookstores about self-improvement and reaching success. We have TV shows hailing success stories of various kinds.
But truly what is success? Can we define it beyond the regular stereotypes our societies have defined? Is it for instance landing a job that brings you great wealth? Is it fame? Is it wealth and fame? Is it to achieve a distinguished career path? Is it to find the job you love no matter the other consequences? Is it a certain public office? Is it to find the love of your life? Is it to get married? Is it to have a child, or maybe two, or even twelve? Is it to have your own property and possessions? Is it independence and personal freedom? Is it to travel around the world? Is it to reach the top of Mount Everest? Is to win the World Cup? Is it to find out a secret that has been haunting our life?
Who decides? Rather, whose right is it to decide? Life is a subjective experience. Nevertheless we keep comparing our achievements, measuring the potential of each others based on meaningless criteria. I think that, until we learn that life is all about personal choices, all about the little achievements that matter to the subjective person, that satisfy inner needs and are projected onto the subjective view of the world, that lead to happiness, which is not a measurable or comparable or replicable among different people, we're still failing. Failing in humanity.