Success is what we make of it. Success can be as simple as you grow up get a job, get married, have a few kids and then die. Broke down even further you were born, lived and then died. Success is a figurative term that we are accustomed to using when we have accomplished something. I put a worm on a hook and I caught a fish, so I was successful right? To some people the answer to the fish is yes, but to others the fish I caught was too small to eat or break a record so I failed. I can go on and on with my examples, but the answers will never be the same. My failure can be another person success; the hare lost the race but the tortoise won.
Success is what we all expect from life. We study for it, work hard, train hard, practice, all for some measure that we will be comfortable calling success, yet for some reason few of us ever feel successful. To some of us success is not our driving force in life, to those people merely surviving for a number of years is adequate enough for a life well lived. It also depends on where you were born into this world to define what success means to you. Living long enough to die without being eaten by an animal is success for some. Not being blown to pieces and experiencing a natural death is success to others in this world. What we use to define success is not necessarily true to what success actually is. We all can and will find failure without even looking for it, but we cannot all succeed without trying first.
If you were born with a silver spoon in your baby food, what must you do to better yourself? If you were born and had no food to eat it is much easier to succeed simply by staying alive. The Pandora’s Box called life is full of pitfalls, failures, happiness, sadness, death, destruction, and too many other things to expound upon; it is not our decision to be born, or to whom the parents are that we are conceived from or what continent we are born into, all of that is beyond our control. However, all of that plays into what we will use to measure and define what success is in our lives. What does any of this mean? Should we even care? To succeed at one thing means to fail in something else. It is all a vicious circle and sooner or later we will all be flung out by the centrifugal force of the world to land on either our head or our feet. That is the only true way to measure success. If whatever you do in life leaves you standing on your feet in the end, then you have found success. Anything other than that and you have failed; as long as that failure has not cost you your life, then you jump back into the chaotic circle and try again. You repeat this as often as necessary or until you die trying. If you give up anywhere along the way then you are destined for failure and unfortunately that is the path that has been chosen for some of us.
My hope is that any future prospect of mine will land on their feet sometime before I make travel arrangements, because if we ever meet face to face your failure will become my success. You will be dead and I will move on to my next candidate who has been just as unfortunate as you and managed to land on their head one to many times. Success is all relative and infinite are the possibilities, but failure is finite and the survivability rate is extremely low.