A lot has changed since I was a kid, except for my dislike for the first day of the week. If you’re reading this it is safe to assume that you share the same feeling as well. Just the thought of Monday has led me to dislike Sundays as well. Sometimes I wish the week started off with Tuesday, but then I realize that I’ll probably have the same grumpy feeling about Tuesday.
When I was eight, I had asthma and doctors told my parents that I would not be able to play sports like other kids my age. This made my parents keep me under special supervision, monitoring my every move, making sure I didn’t include any physical activity that would inflame my asthma. But my love and passion for sports outweighed logic and my doctor’s prediction. To everyone's surprise, I grew up to be a sports man. For 11 years straight, I was among the best athletes in my school.
Last week I met a student at a networking session and he asked me something I hadn't really thought about in a while: "What do you think success is?"
I actually paused and looked closely in his eyes, trying to understand what he wanted to hear. I cleared my throat and answered, “ask a thousand people the same question and you’ll find just as many different answers. The meaning of success is different for everyone, based on their experiences and goals in life. To me, being happy and content with myself and being able to understand myself and the people around me is success.”