an absence of success or embracing laziness
Success is a funny old thing, realistically, we're successful everyday by simply surviving.
But, for the majority of us, we have other goals, ambitions and ideas of what success means. When I was growing up, I thought I had all this potential, school was a case of having 'meeting expectations' all over my reports yet there was never anything I truly applied myself to, it's why I'm always so envious of those that find something to dedicate themselves to.
I appreciate that finding the thing you love or your 'purpose' isn't a cure for not feeling successful, but I imagine for those that have, it's a hell of a lot easier.
I'm now in the middle of my life, and this lack of what I perceive as success has started to drag me down.
I thought I'd have more, be more and be doing more.
Yes, it sounds arrogant to believe that you're destined for better things, but it's certainly humbling to think you've not got them because you've never wanted to work for them. I don't mean to sound unappreciative of what I've got from life, because I'm aware that circumstances could have been a lot worse and I've been very fortunate.
Yet that selfish little part of me can't help but think I've not got the success I'd have liked, even if it's down to myself.
I don't want to go down the hustle culture route, but I also think it's time to take a look at my relationship with success and rather than feeling the absence of said 'success', to instead be grateful of everything I have and to build on that.
I suppose the point I'm making is that success is a state of mind and is something well within our control.