I think of my father’s passing and I think of how narrowly we define success. The culture sets the bar unnaturally, imagining success in monetary, objective terms. You are a success if you make a fortune, or become famous, or win awards. No, no, success is actually something else, something more subtle and incremental, something internally true and privately held. I think of my father’s traumatic life and recognize what a profound success it was for him to simply stay alive, to shift his lens toward positivity, to smooth the rough edges forged in life’s fires. That alone was extraordinary. Success is finding a way to grow in the heart of a grim landscape. To that I bow.
Posted on: Sat, 01 Feb 2014 13:21:23 +0000