There is no shortcut to success. It demands perseverence and hard work. Every failure is a step towards success. It depends on your perception what you call success or failure.
Success is success. It’s what you make of it. It’s how you shape your thinking and the way you live your life. It is the ability to see failure in a different light and realize it is the achievement that comes after finding out several ways of doing things that don’t work.
Success is success. It’s what you make of it. It’s how you shape your thinking and the way you live your life. It is the ability to see failure in a different light and realize it is the achievement that comes after finding out several ways of doing things that don’t work.
i don’t htink i’ll ever be successful. I am hard minded and have no even temper. i am usless. i can’t even gin to imagine myself holding a successful job for very long. i don’t think i will ever be a good person. brandon was riht about breaking up with me. i would have sucked him dry. i love him. i hope he’s happy. i never will be. i fail. there is no such tng as sucess in my life. this sucks. i don wantto write an more. this is dumb. ugh.ok is the sixty seconds over? success is the outcome of accomplishing everything you ever dreamedof . i have no dreams. i have plans but but they’ll never come true because i have no drive. i have no purpose. i have nothing to show for anything i’ve ever done. i’m a failure.
it’s following your dreams no matter where they may lead you. It’s being honest with yourself, daring to be on your own with what you think and what you do, not pleasing others and playing their game, fulfilling their expectations of what ‘success’ is.
The last time I saw him was when he was walking away from the door, walking away from the house – and me. Wallking away from me.
I didn’t call out, or cry out, I didn’t let myself grieve. Then I went home and back to my life. The life I always wanted. Lots of money, lots of food in the fridge, lots of clothes, lots of dinners. And it would have been great, after all, if everything had stayed that way but now…now that wasn’t what I defined as success.
Success can only be gauged by ourselves. It is up to us to determine if we have become successful in what we set out to do; if we really achieved our goals. It is not another person’s job to decide or tell us if we are good enough.
Success is achieving the goals you set out for yourself. Never having to apologize for the choices you make. Living life to the fullest and enjoying all the moments that it throws your way good or bad. If your able to curl up on a comfy chair at the end of the day and smile you have success.
I don’t know what success looks like anymore, maybe just what it feels like, even that has changed, now it’s more about peace and contentment, yes,success is more an internal thing these days, guess that’s success in itself
One word is an amazing place? Maybe I should investigate further into it? Maybe I should see what it actually is. I wonder what I achieve by clicking it and writing about it? I don’t know. But after this sixty seconds is over I shall find out what it really is. Hopefully, I’ll see that this has hopefully been worth it. Worth the joy.
sweety like cream – smelling of all good things – sugar and spice and weetness – o yeah like the armpits of commodity brokers and the sweet deep dreaming of conscience without aim to gain anything other than gold and greenbacks – sweet dreams ladies – sweet angels wing thee
“Success,” she whispered, as she dragged her weary, mud-covered boots encasing her blistered feet nearly two steps behind her. She placed the muddy shovel against the side of the garage. Still so much to do. She brought to life a fire near the back of the house, and removed her articles of clothing, one by one. She danced in the moonlight, and by the sound and fierce shadows of the fire, the bruises glowing intensely all across her body. “I have finally succeeded,” she whispered. “…we’ll see if you ever lay a hand on me again.” She giggled, throwing the last article of clothing into the fire—the mud-covered boots.
something i want to achieve and something that other people want me to acheive, how people measure themselves, usually monitored by money and materialistic things. something im scared that im not goin to achieve because of shortfalls or shortcomings. measured constantly surface and not always measured by deepness of a person.
What my parents want. What people should want. What makes feel uncomfortable and think about green money and tall buildings. Bankers with nice prim suits and wives and two young blond children. Huge cityscapes with green parks. Having all that money and busyness in your life and a family. It’s conventional.
It’s when you don’t have to worry about anything. When happiness fills you in and don’t envy anyone around nor feel the need to fill in a space. It’s when you know your kids will be fine and the ones you love are taken care of.
success to be winning or to take something to its fullest ability of completeness. Also an example of this is being able to have the ability to full finish a certain project or task and complete submission to where as you may get a certain rush of emotion after or during the completing thus creating success.
I think success is has different meaninf for everyone because depend on what you want to do. Get married, get a child? or success on your job? doesn’t matter. I think people should worry about what they want?
I want to achieve everything I and anyone else in the world has ever wanted to. I want to share it and love it and make love with it. I want to wear it on my shirts and smell like it when I walk through crowded places. I want it to gleam in my eyes so it attracts the women that need it as well. I want them to taste it.
Smelling success is like breathing in the spiciness of cinamon and oranges that cause memories to pour out and that elevate my spirit. In this tumult of unrestrained joy I reflect on my timidity and ask why I wanted so little.
Success is all a matter of how you measure it. Some measure it in money. Some measure it by having a career they love, or good, loving relationships. Most days, I consider it a win if I remember pants before greeting the UPS lady.
Is the most difficult thing to achieve without pushing for it with everything you have, no matter who does or does not support you. You have to strive for it with everything you have in you, ignoring others opinions, be it compliments or derision. Only you can succeed.
Success is among the dreams we have that we deserve to remember. I request remembering my dreams this night. Success tastes like strawberries. Love Strawberries.
It’s what happens when you make it big in your life. You achieve a goal. You have money. Everything is good. You learned a trick and can do it with smoothness. Success is what it feels like to finally be able to stand still and chest hoop. That yay at the end of the day or hooping session.
Success.
I want to be a great success.
But I’m afraid I’ll be the opposite.
There’s a cricket under the counter.
The drinks are half empty.
Success? Never.
Is the opposite of failure, to succeed you must try to fail you must not,
if you try hard enough you will succeed, if you don’t try at all you will fail
He heard them throw the word around casually.
It was baffling that,
from the moment they could speak,
Those little girls knew they could grow up to be successful.
Success, what a funny thought.
If he had been raised like them,
he might be in college
rather than whistling The Legionnaire’s Lament,
Breathing in the city,
and letting people assume his refined yet grungy garb
was a style choice rather than a fact of life.
Not easy to find, but I always believe that if you search long and hard enough and put passion into what you love doing, eventually that winding path will become clearer and more direct. Some people have it offered on a plate, others have to get lost a few times first.
living your dream and being happy
imagination equals success
is when someone loves you back, just as much if not more
when you live life to the fullest
no regrets
What defines success? It is a question that vexes us from an early age. The fastest tricycle? A new Lamborghini? I’ve come to believe success is not measured by the material. Rather in contentment with one’s share. The question then, is how to achieve this contentment…
Illusion’s ace ally – success. It takes several forms – it’s the serpent that confused the first woman to choose from obedience and adventure, it’s the life of flashy neon lies that dazzles you and makes you blind to the little lamp that burns inside, quietly, it’s the voice of truth that you ignore, it’s the carrot, the stick, it’s the cliche’ we live, leave dusty ash on our tongues, something that makes us ache, long, expand, sin, suffer, give, grow… success does that to us.
in life my father wants me to succeed. succeed. succeed. i don’t know if i can do that. for him at least… i want to be happy, but my happiness and hiss happiness is different. just like my success and his success are different. i truly want it. he thinks he does.
success is holding a baby and not dropping him/her. success is coming home after almost being killed. it’s just surviving some days without making a scene. success is going to bed and sleeping the whole night through. i was successful . i hate that word because rich white men define it for society, but don’t know any other definition.
Success is nothing. It is different for everyone. One person’s success is another’s failure. What do you want from life? Certainly not what I want. I want to be strong. independent. poor. rich.
There is no shortcut to success. It demands perseverence and hard work. Every failure is a step towards success. It depends on your perception what you call success or failure.
To be rich and famous.
Or better yet, to die happily, knowing that you lived life to the fullest extent possible.
Success is success. It’s what you make of it. It’s how you shape your thinking and the way you live your life. It is the ability to see failure in a different light and realize it is the achievement that comes after finding out several ways of doing things that don’t work.
Success is success. It’s what you make of it. It’s how you shape your thinking and the way you live your life. It is the ability to see failure in a different light and realize it is the achievement that comes after finding out several ways of doing things that don’t work.
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i don’t htink i’ll ever be successful. I am hard minded and have no even temper. i am usless. i can’t even gin to imagine myself holding a successful job for very long. i don’t think i will ever be a good person. brandon was riht about breaking up with me. i would have sucked him dry. i love him. i hope he’s happy. i never will be. i fail. there is no such tng as sucess in my life. this sucks. i don wantto write an more. this is dumb. ugh.ok is the sixty seconds over? success is the outcome of accomplishing everything you ever dreamedof . i have no dreams. i have plans but but they’ll never come true because i have no drive. i have no purpose. i have nothing to show for anything i’ve ever done. i’m a failure.
the art of moving from one failure to another with no loss of enthusiasm
it’s following your dreams no matter where they may lead you. It’s being honest with yourself, daring to be on your own with what you think and what you do, not pleasing others and playing their game, fulfilling their expectations of what ‘success’ is.
The last time I saw him was when he was walking away from the door, walking away from the house – and me. Wallking away from me.
I didn’t call out, or cry out, I didn’t let myself grieve. Then I went home and back to my life. The life I always wanted. Lots of money, lots of food in the fridge, lots of clothes, lots of dinners. And it would have been great, after all, if everything had stayed that way but now…now that wasn’t what I defined as success.
Success can only be gauged by ourselves. It is up to us to determine if we have become successful in what we set out to do; if we really achieved our goals. It is not another person’s job to decide or tell us if we are good enough.
Success is achieving the goals you set out for yourself. Never having to apologize for the choices you make. Living life to the fullest and enjoying all the moments that it throws your way good or bad. If your able to curl up on a comfy chair at the end of the day and smile you have success.
I don’t know what success looks like anymore, maybe just what it feels like, even that has changed, now it’s more about peace and contentment, yes,success is more an internal thing these days, guess that’s success in itself
One word is an amazing place? Maybe I should investigate further into it? Maybe I should see what it actually is. I wonder what I achieve by clicking it and writing about it? I don’t know. But after this sixty seconds is over I shall find out what it really is. Hopefully, I’ll see that this has hopefully been worth it. Worth the joy.
The yardstick in which you measure success is meaningless. Success is how you feel.
sweety like cream – smelling of all good things – sugar and spice and weetness – o yeah like the armpits of commodity brokers and the sweet deep dreaming of conscience without aim to gain anything other than gold and greenbacks – sweet dreams ladies – sweet angels wing thee
“Success,” she whispered, as she dragged her weary, mud-covered boots encasing her blistered feet nearly two steps behind her. She placed the muddy shovel against the side of the garage. Still so much to do. She brought to life a fire near the back of the house, and removed her articles of clothing, one by one. She danced in the moonlight, and by the sound and fierce shadows of the fire, the bruises glowing intensely all across her body. “I have finally succeeded,” she whispered. “…we’ll see if you ever lay a hand on me again.” She giggled, throwing the last article of clothing into the fire—the mud-covered boots.
“Hallelujah!!!”
“What are you so happy about?” asked Lindsay.
“Ahhhh! Sweet success!”
“Dad, you finally found the time capsule.”
“Yes…yes I did! Look at this suitcase! It must be three hundred years old. Quick, go get my video camera.”
something i want to achieve and something that other people want me to acheive, how people measure themselves, usually monitored by money and materialistic things. something im scared that im not goin to achieve because of shortfalls or shortcomings. measured constantly surface and not always measured by deepness of a person.
What my parents want. What people should want. What makes feel uncomfortable and think about green money and tall buildings. Bankers with nice prim suits and wives and two young blond children. Huge cityscapes with green parks. Having all that money and busyness in your life and a family. It’s conventional.
Succes is when you have the feeling of being worthy. It is when you are full and have a sense of happines. It is a sense of freedom.
It’s when you don’t have to worry about anything. When happiness fills you in and don’t envy anyone around nor feel the need to fill in a space. It’s when you know your kids will be fine and the ones you love are taken care of.
success to be winning or to take something to its fullest ability of completeness. Also an example of this is being able to have the ability to full finish a certain project or task and complete submission to where as you may get a certain rush of emotion after or during the completing thus creating success.
I think success is has different meaninf for everyone because depend on what you want to do. Get married, get a child? or success on your job? doesn’t matter. I think people should worry about what they want?
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I want to achieve everything I and anyone else in the world has ever wanted to. I want to share it and love it and make love with it. I want to wear it on my shirts and smell like it when I walk through crowded places. I want it to gleam in my eyes so it attracts the women that need it as well. I want them to taste it.
Smelling success is like breathing in the spiciness of cinamon and oranges that cause memories to pour out and that elevate my spirit. In this tumult of unrestrained joy I reflect on my timidity and ask why I wanted so little.
Success is all a matter of how you measure it. Some measure it in money. Some measure it by having a career they love, or good, loving relationships. Most days, I consider it a win if I remember pants before greeting the UPS lady.
Is the most difficult thing to achieve without pushing for it with everything you have, no matter who does or does not support you. You have to strive for it with everything you have in you, ignoring others opinions, be it compliments or derision. Only you can succeed.
Success is among the dreams we have that we deserve to remember. I request remembering my dreams this night. Success tastes like strawberries. Love Strawberries.
It’s what happens when you make it big in your life. You achieve a goal. You have money. Everything is good. You learned a trick and can do it with smoothness. Success is what it feels like to finally be able to stand still and chest hoop. That yay at the end of the day or hooping session.
Success.
I want to be a great success.
But I’m afraid I’ll be the opposite.
There’s a cricket under the counter.
The drinks are half empty.
Success? Never.
Is the opposite of failure, to succeed you must try to fail you must not,
if you try hard enough you will succeed, if you don’t try at all you will fail
He heard them throw the word around casually.
It was baffling that,
from the moment they could speak,
Those little girls knew they could grow up to be successful.
Success, what a funny thought.
If he had been raised like them,
he might be in college
rather than whistling The Legionnaire’s Lament,
Breathing in the city,
and letting people assume his refined yet grungy garb
was a style choice rather than a fact of life.
Not easy to find, but I always believe that if you search long and hard enough and put passion into what you love doing, eventually that winding path will become clearer and more direct. Some people have it offered on a plate, others have to get lost a few times first.
living your dream and being happy
imagination equals success
is when someone loves you back, just as much if not more
when you live life to the fullest
no regrets
What defines success? It is a question that vexes us from an early age. The fastest tricycle? A new Lamborghini? I’ve come to believe success is not measured by the material. Rather in contentment with one’s share. The question then, is how to achieve this contentment…
Illusion’s ace ally – success. It takes several forms – it’s the serpent that confused the first woman to choose from obedience and adventure, it’s the life of flashy neon lies that dazzles you and makes you blind to the little lamp that burns inside, quietly, it’s the voice of truth that you ignore, it’s the carrot, the stick, it’s the cliche’ we live, leave dusty ash on our tongues, something that makes us ache, long, expand, sin, suffer, give, grow… success does that to us.
in life my father wants me to succeed. succeed. succeed. i don’t know if i can do that. for him at least… i want to be happy, but my happiness and hiss happiness is different. just like my success and his success are different. i truly want it. he thinks he does.
success is holding a baby and not dropping him/her. success is coming home after almost being killed. it’s just surviving some days without making a scene. success is going to bed and sleeping the whole night through. i was successful . i hate that word because rich white men define it for society, but don’t know any other definition.
Success is nothing. It is different for everyone. One person’s success is another’s failure. What do you want from life? Certainly not what I want. I want to be strong. independent. poor. rich.