A key phrase, a simple question, what should be a simple concept. How do I define success?
A perpetual notion destroying and debilitating movement from an otherwise promising “life” session. It is so concerning how easy it is to be distracted and overwhelmed by such a though. That something as simple as trying to decide what success looks like could deliver such a catastrophic experience, a river of “I don’t want to do this” and “can I stop now”.
How can something comprised of five words deliver such a blow?
Maybe I am a broken? Maybe success is not a word in my vocabulary? Maybe I can not answer such a concept because I feel like a failure. How can I define an element that I am struggling to recognise in my journey — working a mundane job, struggling with the same weight problem for over fifteen years and lost in direction wondering what next?
Where do you find success? How do other people do it? Is this how people feel when they search for happiness, and irreverently, do I care?
Cathartic-Ella, consciously and subconsciously pondering.
Chasing The Dream. 