Do you really know what sucess even means? Maybe not.

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I’m a 23 year old guy. I don’t see myself as a genius or all-star in any case. I’m just your average Joe who works day in and day out. I don’t have any kids so I have still have some freedom. Though, I work full time, go to school part time, and have a girlfriend I still yet find some time to enjoy kicking back and relaxing. But those days are far and few between and when they do come often times it’s next to impossible that it matches with my friends free time. After graduating in 2010 I basically fell off the face of the earth. Well, that’s how some people expressed it. I had closed all my social media, began working full time in a different city than home, and started going to school part time. Basically I lived in my car completely enveloped in the idea of “success.” I am often told by people (usually an older generation) of how well off I will be in life because of the decisions I have made. Maybe I am being a little impatient but life really sucks for me right now. I used to be a very happy person. Didn’t matter the day or activity I was always happy to be there. Not that I am broke and worry about money or that my relationship is rough; just that I feel anxious about my future socially. I have learned since high school friends are really hard to make as an adult and especially when in a relationship. As a kid it was so easy making friends. It wasn’t that you even really had to try. My best friend since 5th grade reminds me all the time how we became friends. I simply gave him my Capri Sun at lunch. At this point I can see that I will be a “successful “person. I only fear that I will be unhappy because I was misled by the word “successful.” All my life teachers, parents, friends, friends parents, strangers, TV, anyone really, had always shoved that word in my face. “SUCCESSFUL.” I believed success to be measured in how much money you have and all the vacations that you can take because I was always told people with good jobs and a lot of money are happy. It took me a few years into my adulthood to realize this isn’t true. Robin Williams hit that “Homerun Jack.” He made me see that success is what you tell yourself. If you are happy being a bum… you ARE “successful”; if you are happy being a stay at home parent you ARE “successful”. If your life goals are set so high that you can’t have a personal life outside of the office and you enjoy working more power to you. It is just not for me. Don’t let money be the only thing that means “success.” Money won’t remember you when you are gone. Money doesn’t love you. The point I am really desperately trying to convey is this. Money doesn’t buy true friends. Money doesn’t buy true happiness. The only one who pins a definition on your “successes” is you! So go find your “Success!”