“Success is a journey, not a destination.”
This was somehow an inspiring sentiment in my teen years. Back then I wore my perseverant nature as a badge of honor and believed (vehemently) it would be the key to my success. But then…adulthood.
Staying alive, keeping other human(s) alive, and the simple act of breathing took a lot more effort than I expected.
By the age of, let’s say 43, this quote and “success being a journey” concept pricked at my soul like needles. I didn’t *want* it to be a journey, I wanted to arrive! And with each new station-stop on the journey, I felt “success” further away instead of nearer to my grasp.
Success feels somewhere