What is success
and why would I want to chase it?
Worship it like a god,
make it the ultimate goal to structue your life around
They make it seem like you're supposed to

I'm not successfull
Or at least I don't feel like I am
or it's that big of a deal

I don't reall celebrating my achievements,
I don't feel them as strongly as I should
I think
I play them down, dont broadcast them as openly
Maybe I should

I made it happen
with help, luck and being stubborn
I got the flat, the job, the girl,
I got sick but I got better again
I tried, rested and tried again

Hopefully it's gonna makes me better
at this living thing
I keep working on pushing my bouandries,
gaining experience and wisdom
opening up more, meeting people

Growing and growing up used to mean
being more self sufficent, self assured, more responsible,
Now it means finding back,
being more childlike again,
protecting your innocence, your personal time and space
It's a dynamic process

It seems the goal doesn't matter as much as getting there does
All the things I thought I needed to progress,
that seemed so important
lost meaning as soon as I got to them.
Just another door, another step
And I struggled so hard to get to them.
I failed and tried again,
slowly but steadily
growing
up

What is success really?