On success...

To some, success means getting in to an Ivy League college, landing a dream job, and getting that promotion. To some, it comes in the latest model of Mercedes-Benz, that private yacht for transportation to and from a private island. To some, it manifests in a having family, being a loving parent, and boasting the greenest lawn in a five mile radius. A person's concept of success will take on multiple forms depending on his or her stage of life simply because human beings are so incredibly adaptive. We can grow used to the harshest of conditions, but also to the luxuriest. We become accustomed to praise, approval, to a new job, new car, new spouse, the easy life. If success were an immutable object, the ultimate gold star one can reach out and grab and declare, "look here, I've finally got it - Success," I'm not sure I would want it. What happens after success? Do you bathe in its wonder and sweetness until death? Or do you stop living because you've crossed the finish line with years still left in the bank? I doubt I'll stick around knowing that I've done everything I needed to do in this life.

However, we know from exemplary individuals in human history, that as nature has given us the will to live, to cling to life however much we may already be dead inside, it has also given us a basic urge to work. Success in material form is not enough to satisfy the immeasurable power of the human spirit. Will never be. Maybe we feel the need to regain some kind of a paradise, a utopia, once ours but now lost, seemingly forever. However, our need to work doesn't and shouldn't come from perfectionism, a sense of inadequacy, a need to prove ourselves, or any motivation of that sort. It comes from taking life seriously (although one should never take himself seriously), stuffing it full of experiences from the widest spectrum, stretching the limits of Man set by previous generations, and not by putting it aside because you're "bored", "haven't got time", or "tired". When we can steadily improve in the face of both criticism and approval, working not for some external aim, but out of a deep sense gratitude at being alive, then maybe we will have succeeded. And by then, I dare say, the journey towards "success" would render the reward meaningless. Those who have truly succeeded have always been the least concerned with their achievements. Therefore, work because you can, out of joy, gratitude and need. Of course, we have to define work, but that's for another time.