A year has past, yet again, in this life I am living. I suppose it is somewhat natural, then, to look back and decide how one feels about time spent, things seen or experienced, and overall success. I cannot help but feel that I have not accomplished much of anything, aside from simply surviving. Now were my goals quite simple and were survival quite unassured, I would possibly be extremely content. I do have goals, though, and I would very much like to accomplish something with this life while I have it.
Then I lead straight away to considering how is it that we as humans define success over time. Certainly it is the sort of thing to be determined by each individual, but as I look at others' definitions I have a hard time relating to any of them. I have no interest in money, nor power, nor fame. I have relatively small aims and perhaps that is what is disappointing. If I were to reach higher and still not achieve, then I would be able to say, well I desired too much.
All of this aside, I was able to see much, I was able to speak to many, and I even enjoyed some of the work I did. At what point is it necessary to cut out things that get in the way of personal goals? Even if some of these are required?
Work?
Eat?
Sleep?
In my mind I am willing to do all that is necessary. But only the year upcoming will show my true will in these matters. And others.
Post Script: A proud moment.
