What is success?
Success is but a moment
A hundredth of a second
A split of frame
Where ordinary became special
Success is millions of seconds
Doing ordinary things
Like taking steps
One foot in front of another.
Like reading letters on a page.
Writing one letter and then
Another.
Success is boring
When averaged
With millions of moments
That brought it to fruition.
It is the persistence that we hate
Of not giving up no matter what.
It is attention to detail
Of swimmers trimming fingernails
And bikers shaving arms.
It is the dotting of the t’s
And painting backs
Of boards
That no one will ever see.
It is imagining a champion
When you are but a boy
No different from any other.
It is looking to the sane
Like a complete
Crazy person.
Practicing all day and night
When everyone says
“That’s a waste of time.”
It is brush stroke after brush stroke
When the world says art
Will never pay.
It is a photograph
Upon photograph
When everyone
Reminds you
That all you’ll ever do
Is weddings and portraiture.
Success is always easy
To the one who never tried.
It is just circumstance
Or all about
Who you know
To the one who feared
Of appearing stupid,
To the rest who also never tried.
To the failure
What’s most important
Is doing things
Because the others said so.
A smart person in a failing mind
Would never do things
Others would consider dumb.
A smart person
Does not risk
A certain failure
Just because
It happens to feel right.
Successful
Is not famous.
It is not rich
Nor is it accomplished.
Success is making a goal
That felt right in the heart
And then persisting to the end
No mater what
The entire world had thought.
not-rushin 