What is Success?

It is 2049; I am 57 years old. I am retired, financially secure, and have had a steady career in which I did not dread having to get up every morning to go to work. I am happily married and have a plethora of friends whom I get along with well and see often. My health is, more or less, not a concern at this point.

Simply for that alone, I consider my life to have been a great success. Nothing more needs to be said; this is all I could have asked for.

*Note: I could have made this a longer post, but I felt like the fact that I was so succinct spoke volumes for my point: I will not measure success by whether or not the details in my life go according to plan, but rather by whether or not the few, key points I mentioned end up coming to fruition. Because in the end, that's all I really need.