What Is Success?
What constitutes success?
Is it money? Some financial reward for a job well done? A grand home and sprawling estates to display all that has been earned from a life of hard work? The ability to buy any item one might imagine, to go anywhere, be anything you want in a world dominated by cash?
If so, then what about Buddha, Jesus, and Mohammad? What about Mother Theresa, Ghandi, or the Dalai Lama? These selfless souls probably never saw piles of gold and yet their success is undoubted, their names living on long after their deaths.
But why are they successful? Why do their names live on? What did these people do in their lives (yes I know the Dalai Lama still lives, but bear with me) that makes them focal points for so much of the world? Is it their striving for success through poverty?
I doubt it. Seems to me their poverty just came along for the ride.
Was it their selflessness? Their need to do what they thought was right in the face of all opposition? Were they right?
Is it right to eschew riches in the face of one’s beliefs? Could Jesus have not done so much more with buckets of gold to feed the poor? If Buddha had owned worldwide television networks, could he have not better reached those with his messages of peace? If Mohammad had ruled countries, couldn’t he have proclaimed the glory of God to all those living within them?
If right is so powerful, then why are those proclaiming it so weakened in a world ruled by gold?
But I’m getting sidetracked and I need to get back to my original point:
What is success?
I believe it’s following a dream to fruition, pursuing a vision to its definitive summit. Success can be an ant rolling a single grain of sand across a desert, dying with its last push, but knowing it has accomplished something it set out to do. It can be a withered old woman vowing to see her grandchild take its first step, and collapsing with that footfall, knowing her dream has been fulfilled. It can be working so hard your life slips by unnoticed as wealth drips into an unseen vat and you step away one day dying, knowing you can buy almost anything or anyone you wish. Or it can be following a belief of what is right against those who would see wrong done, fighting them with every breath until your very death accomplishes everything you’ve tried so hard in life to achieve.
It is personal, and each person must find their own path to what they perceive their life is supposed to mean. Find your grain of sand and begin pushing it today, because tomorrow it might wash away.
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Taste a world without stupid.
It is universal, destroying barriers of race, creed, and religion. Nothing can stand against the insurmountable strength of stupid.
Nothing.
Do not try, it will consume you with illogical reasoning you cannot possibly fathom, overwhelming you like a tsunami of dumb. It has integrated itself into every facet of our society to the point where we believe it to be right in all things, our only succor from a world so simplistic it seems daunting.
Eat, breathe, sleep, reproduce.
That’s all we ever have to do, but stupid has made things complicated. It has made us think we must be organized into tiers of society, have leaders to tell us what to do, work most our lives to earn pieces of paper representing credit with which to buy artifacts designed to make us all stupider. Why go outside to experience life when we can sit in a recliner couch and watch other people doing it on a astonishingly, larger than life, thinner than a fart TV? Why consume food designed by the universe to be eaten when you can open a bag of crap manufactured by some guy in a laboratory also used to create laxatives for camels?
Sounds stupid, huh?
A walk on grass has become a luxury when living in a jungle created from concrete and spewing plumes of toxins into a sky we all claim to miss each day whilst crammed into cubicles doing something meaningless for somebody who won’t care if you die tomorrow. The upper echelons of society look down at others from piles of money yet will die without anyone shedding a true tear. Instead, those who claimed to love them in life will shred each other in their lust for gold and imaginary fortune.
So who is smart?
Is it the homeless, walking streets and shunned by their fellows simply because they cannot afford the simple basics in a life based on funds? Is it the insane cultists, hiding in the hills from their enemies in government and growing tomatoes while dancing within daisies? Is it your goldfish, swimming in circles in an ever pursuant quest not to die each day?
If I was smart, I’d know the answer to this question, but I am not. I am, like you, trapped in stupidity, forever yearning to be free of its clutches, but knowing my chances are almost non-existent. All I know is every now and then I receive a glimpse, a taste, a smell of something glorious just beyond my reach, and that is enough to keep me going one day more with hope in my heart that we will all one day be free.
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