Wtf is Success
Everyone I know wishes they were somewhere else most of the time. They're successful, and they wish they didn't have the fame that destroyed their privacy. They're financially secure, but not finding a sense of purpose. They're motorboating the girl of their dreams, and begin to notice all the other girls out there. I was dating this girl of my dreams a while back. We'd have fun, kick back, sip coconut rum, and pass out to TV shows I didn't like. We'd immerse in conversations as deep as the ocean and sunbathe on grassy hills; but I was tortured by the idea that I could be happier with someone else, so we broke up. Rather than accept that the "what if" question is integral to any relationship, I let it drive me mad. If success was a destination, I think I should feel successful now. I have a good job that sustains me and lets me keep bettering myself, but I'm not "there" yet. This "there" is an intangible utopia where I'...