This is the
time of year that I think about “Who am I?”, “Why am I?”, and “To what Purpose?” From what I have read and thought about for
seventy odd years, the answers to these general questions for me have been
boiled down to say that man’s purpose is to realize his potential. To me it is that simple. He is given life so that he can make of
himself a success. That is his aim, his
purpose and his goal. (He is also she).
Sounds good
I guess but a pat answer is always incomplete.
It prompts more probing questions like:
“What is Success? What does it
consist of? How do I find it?”
Society
tells us every day that success is a comparison with others. If one compares his successes with his
siblings or his neighbors he may be more successful than anyone he knows but if
he broadens his vision the LESS successful he must become because he will
inevitably meet someone more successful than he is.
Therefore,
I and many others believe that genuine success is not a matter of comparison with
some other person; it is what a man does with his own potential, whatever that
may be.
Success,
therefore, is the progressive realization of worthwhile predetermined personal
goals and is not something that can be measured out on a gradient scale.
This means
that if I set MY goal (not someone else’s) that is worthwhile (doesn’t harm
anyone) and work towards its attainment then I am successful.
Think about
it, if you have gotten this far with me this means that once (the very moment)
you START TOWARDS your personal predetermined worthwhile goal YOU ARE
SUCCESSFUL!
You and I
can be successful every day of our lives!
Have a
Great Day,
Hugh
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Another odd thought occurs to me: Success can only be properly determined by your survivors - once you are dead - because as long as you're alive, no matter how "successful" you've been, every new day brings new opportunity for you to really screw it up.
Don't mind me. I take the refuge of cowards and blame any nonsense I might write on my meds.[ROLLEYES]