What It all comes down to is how you define success. If
you don't define it, you won't know when you've arrived. Seriously, how will
you know you've made it? Is it when you have so much money you trip over it on your
way to the bathroom? Or when Madame Tussaud wants to put you in her wax museum?
Or when you can't walk down the street without being mobbed by adoring fans?
The truth is, whatever you think you want, it's never going to be enough. You
will never be satisfied, or think you've made it, or stop wanting more.
So, what should you do? You're not going to like my
answer. Stop trying. You don't need a
street named after you, or a statue of you riding a horse. Do what makes you
happy. Be with the people who matter to you. Help those who need help. Buy less
stuff. Read more books. Spend time outdoors. Stare at the clouds. Study a bug.
Tickle a baby.
Why do I think this is the answer? The last week of my
mom's life, there was a constant crowd of visitors in her hospital room:
friends, co-workers, and all the people she'd ever done a kind deed for. At one
point, a nurse pulled me aside to ask me if my mother had been a movie star.
I laughed and said no. She was just an ordinary woman with a big heart who liked
to take care of people. And the most important thing she taught me was how not
to be rich. Or famous.
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