There we were, two slaves to the clock, toiling away on the sixty-fourth floor of some steel and glass monolith while most sane people were at home with their families, thinking we had the world by the tail, blinded by an illusionary version of success.
These lines written by Robin Sharma in his book “The Monk Who Sold his Ferrari”, point to something. Success, the sweet seven letter word that many of us are pursuing and some of us have already tasted and digested it, is prefixed with another brilliant word illusion. I m still coming to terms with this version of success. I mean is success really an illusion? And is this illusionary success tasted and digested by only the insane of us?
I m still reading this book though, I may be wrong, but why should success be different to different people? Sugar tastes same to all of us, why shouldn’t success? People who have worked ethically and who are sane also have achieved their targets. And the ones who worked insanely for achieving their targets too have been successful.
What I believe is this. Success is only a state of mind and cannot be measured. So, in this state, we experience ultimate bliss, of having done something which would influence us and the people we relate to. And coining the term illusionary success is meaningless, because, the mind is blocked with a white mist of illusion and we can’t look beyond that. Hence, the bliss doesn’t exist.
All I would like to share is this. If you are that person who works insanely, don’t worry you will also taste success like all your sane friends out there, who spend more time than you with family and friends. The time and path taken by you to achieve this will surely be different.