'He is such a successful guy.'
'That company really worked for their success.'
You thought of money didn't you? Piles of money? Nice cars? Houses on the water or on golf courses? Yeah me too. For the last quarter century I've been programmed to equate success to money. They are synonyms in the mind of the average person. Like love and marriage - wait, it's 2012, you can in fact have one without the other. Success is boring in comparison to what I'm discussing here. Complete Success, I imagine, is great.
What is Complete Success? I have no idea. I just know having a decent bank account is not success, at least not for me. Money cannot buy happiness or health, and I'm pretty sure those last two intangibles are more synonymous than success and money. With people dying all around me lately and the C-word* being throw around like feces in a monkey cage, I started doing some soul searching. You see, Complete Success, as I am referring to it, is a state of bliss without ignorance.
I imagine it is the time when you hit every red light and it's quite alright. The time when you auto forward your email to a trusted colleague and watch Seinfeld reruns without a care in the world. Complete Success is pulling up to a driveway and being so happy to walk inside that home to see your stuff, cat, dog, wife, kids or whomever. Complete Success isn't measurable. It isn't even real to anyone but you. I imagine it is something like having third stage syphilis. Euphoric, free, loving and bright.
Today I've decided to deepen this journey I am on and strive for not only a fat wallet, but a trimmer waist line, lighter heart and brighter smile. Complete Success is subjective, that's the good news. The bad news is, Complete Success is in all probability going to be a big pain in the succASS.
See you at the gym.
