Success or the lack of it … hmmm
What pray tell will my future bring …
Then, 9 years, 11 months and 6 days. The day I left school armed with a diploma in engineering. Finally school was over. Finally, I was to experience … REAL LIFE. I was free …I was free, free at last … dear Lord, I was free at last (so Martin Luther King – No disrespect though).
It was great to feel and be so empowered. It was me and the world. I was going to be great. All the grandiose trimmings of a superfluous lifestyle and hallowed stature seemed mine for the taking. All I had to do was to work hard.
Not a problem.
Just like in school. You study hard, you get the grades and you get the glory. Damn, it was going to be so easy.
I was salivating in fervent anticipation. Nothing could possibly placate my almost religious fervor for success. I was going to be successful.
Now, 9 years, 11 months and 6 days.
So what are my deemed worthy achievements?
7 Marathons
– Running at full snail speed of about 5-6 hours. Glorious Overkill. After 7 times, I’d learn a thing or two about preparation. Not! I’m the epitome of procrastination. Lazy people worship me … haha.
10-Year Gym Freak
– And still hogging an embarrassingly tub of lard; you’d think that after THAT amount of training I’d be lean mean Adonis-like fighting machine (hah) Ooooh, the vanity …
Degree in Information Technology (Blah blah)
– A wonderful waste of time since the skills are entirely deprecated by the time I or anybody else graduates … technology is such unforgiving companion. Perhaps one of the most useless degrees ever.
Success proved to be a terribly elusive rascal. Darting into the shadows, fitfully playing, enticing and provoking my patience; colluding with perhaps the Devil himself to brew the tempest of negativity that is to be cause of my ineptitude.
I was (STILL) going to be successful. Just not yet.
PS: Just poking fun at myself. Success is what you deem it to be 
Rather having to reinvent the wheel, I’ll let my old Harry (Emerson Fosdick) speak his mind.
“To laugh often and love much;”
“To win the respect of intelligent persons and the affection of children;”
“To earn the approbation of honest critics;”
“To appreciate beauty;”
“To give oneself;”
“To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived;”
“That is to have succeeded.”
By golly gosh, slap me silly and call me Dumbo the Doofus … Haha … I am rather successful.
