In a childlike vision, success is to become a teacher, a doctor, an engineer, or an architect when he grows up. Have you ever heard of a child who says he wants to be a student someday? Perhaps none, maybe because we were all made to believe that success starts with a diploma.
But in a room of grown-ups, success is earning more than your neighbor does, morally or immorally, legally or illegally and the diploma never really matters. It hurts to admit that money has become the barometer of success. The more money you have, the more successful you become.
In different classes of society, success is defined and measured in number of Lamborghinis and Ferraris, in number of countries visited, in number of gadgets owned, in number of bank accounts, and to some men, in number of young mistresses.
Some people jump from one job to another, not to look for the ones they love to do, but the ones that offer better paycheck. Some people work, not to serve but to get paid. Some people eat, not because they need to but because they want to, while in some distant places some people never get the chance to eat.
But how do we really define success? How do we know if we are already successful? Each one of us has our own definition, each one of us has our own barometer. What makes us happy makes us successful.
I remember my grandmother would always ask me to water her plants and clean her front yard, and in exchange I would be given school allowance, so I got the chance to buy better snacks than usual. And as I grow older, I get to understand that in order to get better opportunities; you have to work hard to get it.
But there was one time my mother caught me asking my grandmother for my school allowance after watering her plants, and my mother told me not to ask for any payment for every errand my grandmother asks. I didn’t understand her point then, because I watered the plants to earn my school allowance; why should I not ask for a