Happy

I was talking to a friend and I realized...

One of my best friends asked me a few days ago, "Do you feel successful?" My response, "I don't know...I don't think so...Well, yeah." Compared to my friend, who has admitted to having big dreams, but is very lazy, our levels of success are different. I feel successful because I completed 15 years of school. Not many can do that! Hell, I know many who haven't even completed 9. I feel successful because I have made a difference in children's lives. I will always be embedded in the mind of the children I tutor(ed).

Then again, as we continued to discuss the issue, I felt like, I could have done more (as a child into a young adult). Again, though, his idea of success = happiness doesn't equate to what makes me happy. Now, don't get me wrong, we both agree on a lot of things. And we both do want some of the same things in life, however, I can wait. Just as I mentioned in a past post, I don't need it now.

My happiness comes in spurts. I am sometimes proud of myself, and other times, I am not. It's when people do the little things to let me know that I am appreciated, that lets me know that I have achieved success.