Everyone has their own unique perception on what the definition of that word is. Some people think that in order to be regarded as successful, they need to have fame or beauty. While others feel they need to have reached a certain level of wealth.
Wealth. Everyone has their own opinion upon this word, as well. Some people measure their personal wealth by the numerical amount that exists within their bank account. While others, base their wealth upon a more materialistic medium - the amount of clothes or shoes in their closet, the number of vehicles parked in their driveway, the amount of leisurely vacations in which they venture annually.
Then, there are people like my grandmother, who base their wealth off of the quantity of food stored in their kitchen cabinets. Having been an orphaned child growing up in The Netherlands during the Holocaust, she learned, at a very young age, the true necessities of life: food, shelter, and sense of security.
I could write a thousand paragraphs about the hardships she endured and the stories she has told me, but I’m getting away from my original purpose for this post.
How does one measure the value of success? How do I measure the value of success?
Will I feel triumphant if I graduate high school - if I graduate college? Will I feel successful if I’m able to snag myself a morally-centered husband who knows the grammatical difference between their, there, and they’re? Will I feel victorious if I attain prestigious placement in the career of my choosing? Will I feel accomplished in life if I die with millions of dollars left behind for my loved ones?
Or does my personal view of success even matter? Is it the opinion of others that I regard higher than my own that counts?
Or does no opinion matter at all? When I die, will anyone even miss my presence? Will my successes have any affect after my passing?
Too many questions… in which no one knows the answer to. All I’m sure of is that I am successful in finishing this post. For now, that’s enough.
Album: Agápē (Mixtape)
Writers: Joanna Levesque (Jojo), Jahi Sundance
And it’s always the same 2 blue eyes comparisons. The ocean or the sky. Like come on at least be creative.
His eyes were as blue as the blue liquid used in commercials for Always Pads.
his eyes were as blue as my tumblr dashboard
His eyes were as blue as a really blue thing
Iggy Azalea for Complex Magazine in HQ #6
‘hi i haven’t talked to you in five weeks but we’re still best friends’: a story about me and human interaction.
randomly compliment people because sometimes that will be the only kind words they will hear that day
Miley Cyrus and I are literal soul sisters, I don’t think you guys understand. Like, seriously. It’s scary how alike we are. #MyTwin lol