Cant get things right.
Cant take back control.
Cant do things properly.
Cant meet the right people.
Cant make things work in my favour.
Lost my sleep.
Lost my mood.
Lost my appetite.
Fall back to my hobbies.
Unable to feel the same.
Lost my interests with my hobbies.
No mood, no heart to do anything.
Just struggle. Then make more mistakes. Then become my fault. Then thrown under the bus. Pay for other people's problems.
At the end of the day, all of us arrive at one destination - the coffin.
Who's the successful one?
If no one can escape death, then what do the achievements in this life, of this world, count? Nothing.
Degree certificate form Cambridge, Harvard. High appointment with a C suite salary. Beautiful wife. A fleet of luxury cars, any one of which makes the price of a Rolex or a Patek Phillipe suddenly look way affordable.
Yet, as the now too familiar cliché goes, we can take none of these along with us.
Success is knowing how to cherish, enjoy, appreciate each moment of our life. Take one step at a time, live one moment at a time. Don't think too far ahead, of even tomorrow. I am not saying that we don't need to work and save some money but there is no reason to benchmark our milestones using others or the world's definitions for success.