I was sent an email by a Forward Steps subscriber, asking about success.
Part of that email read:
What is the meaning of success? What IS success? Whom does success serve and whom does it belong to? What is the highest goal one can aim at? To grow we define clearly what we want. But in a higher realm denomination by itself seems to limit the expanding of the comfort zone and therewith the waxing of free will.
My brief response:
Those questions can only be answered by you, for yourself. Every person will have their own personal definition of success.
That includes who their success serves and what their highest aim might be. Yes, “To grow we define clearly what we want”. Then, each time we “grow” the “what we want” will change along with us.
This is why these questions need to be regularly revisited by every individual (or not, as they might choose).
As I suggest with all my content, in the words of Bruce Lee… “Absorb what is useful, discard what is useless and add what is specifically your own”.
For my response, the following poem could have provided a suitable answer too. I have come across it many times, yet had never shared it with you.
Important to remind ourselves, as we look into the mirror:
And the world makes you King for a day,
Then go to the mirror and look at yourself,
And see what that guy has to say.
For it isn’t your Father, or Mother, or Wife,
Who judgement upon you must pass.
The feller whose verdict counts most in your life
Is the guy staring back from the glass.
He’s the feller to please, never mind all the rest,
For he’s with you clear up to the end,
And you’ve passed your most dangerous, difficult test
If the guy in the glass is your friend.
You may be like Jack Horner and “chisel” a plum,
And think you’re a wonderful guy,
But the man in the glass says you’re only a bum
If you can’t look him straight in the eye.
You can fool the whole world down the pathway of years,
And get pats on the back as you pass,
But your final reward will be heartaches and tears
If you’ve cheated the guy in the glass.
That poem was written in 1934 by Dale Wimbrow. Peter Dale Wimbrow, usually known as Dale Wimbrow, (June 6, 1895 – 1954) was an American composer, radio artist and writer.
Michael Jackson’s song, in the following video, might possibly have been inspired by this very poem. Jackson Brown too, had put the words of this poem into song.
Please do not excuse my spelling, as no error has been made, that is… the definition of pelf according to dictionary.com is “money or wealth, especially when regarded with contempt or acquired by reprehensible means”.