I was just outside and witnessed my neighbor coming home from a day of work and his two children ran outside yellling "Daddy! "when they heard his truck pull up. I realized that this is what I what in life. I'm only a 21 year old college student, but now I know what I want to have once I get a little older. So I ask a simple question of you, are you successful?
admirable goal for a 21 year old. i hope you can keep your focus when the world tells you that you should want more. I have achieved exactly what I hoped to: wife, daughter, dog, house, good job, time to spend with the 5-10 most important people in my life, comfortable but not extravagant life, developing financial security, ability to care for my parents, good relationship with immediate family, health, and rockets are on the upswing.
I'm fairly outwardly successful, at least in terms of academia. (If you define success in terms of making money, I'm a complete loser. ) In terms of personal life... well, it's too early to tell. Of course, fortunes and jobs can change. Hopefully at least I'll always put my best effort into everything I do, act like a responsible citizen, and not let anyone keep me from being myself. Then at least in a certain way I will have been successful.
The only thing I've done successfully so far in my life is get through school. And somehow I managed to get through college too. Wow. Maybe I am successful after all....
i totally agree with you. i haven't gotten to the married, kids part, but the financially stable, retirement savings, able to care for my parents, great friends, health and rockets are all in the bag so far. i'm not extravagent but my money does get me to places i wanna go (i travel a lot for fun) and buys me things i really want (nice stereo, etc). i'm humble with my life.
as successful as a college student with no money can be i guess...but i will be successful...cuz i own a truck.
I'm not entirely sure. By some measures, I am wildly successful. By others, not so much. Some would argue that the intravenous codeine dependency outweighs my enormous genitalia in determining success. Let he who is without track marks cast the first stone. I'm married, but to a mail-order bride who was damaged in shipping (and I was too lazy to send her back). Watching Esmeredla limp around the kitchen fixing me fried-egg sandwiches and knowing I own her for all eternity, I feel like a success. Then I remember that I'm a functionally illiterate syphillytic, and maybe that takes some of the bloom off the rose. The itching gets old sometimes. Except, I do own a rhinestone-encrusted denim painter's cap which I wear everywhere, to job interviews and while making love, and I believe that is a mark of success (not the only mark, but an important one). Do you have a similar cap? No? No. Then your feelings of inadequacy are understandable. I don't really know. My life has been a rich tapestry sewn of the flesh of the innocent, and for that I am truly grateful to the Dark Lord. And yet there's so much more to do before I die, so much more I must accomplish over the next 250 years.
OMFG....that made me cough up a lung...dang bronchitis. Under, that was probably the single funniest thing I have read on here outside of some Lhutz posts. BRILLIANT ! DD
