Every day I wake up questioning if I am doing everything possible to succeed, but then I wonder what exactly defines success. Is a happy life, a successful one? Is wealth the definition of happiness? Is popularity the answer to wealth which would then bring me happiness? Do I even want to die knowing that my life was a success, or is that an idea I have been fed since the day I was born…?
It is legitimately up to myself to decide, and that decision is yes. Yes, I want to feel successful. I want to be known, I want to be wealthy, and I want to be happy. But above all, I want to live a life full of love. I want to breathe, eat, and sleep love. I know for a fact that when I feel surrounded by love I am the happiest, and when I feel happy I put all of my effort into succeeding.
Someone once told me not to bite off more than I can chew. I said I’d rather choke on greatness than nibble on mediocrity. No that did not really occur. I wish cause it sounds badass. It is a quote that the instance I read, I knew that by the coincidence of the moment it was intended for me. Day by day we get told to succeed! To always think about our future! Then why is it that when we do something risky people turn off that encouragement, and advice us to not bite off more than we can chew? How in the world are we supposed to better ourselves by living timid and doubtful? We are not. We are meant to put ourselves at risk. We are meant to evolve into the best that we can possibly be.
Today and every day on, I will choke on greatness. I will love and be loved. I will inspire and be inspired. Most importantly, I will succeed.
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