A place called S.U.C.C.E.S.S

They say it so affectionately with a high brow and stiff upper lip. 
They make it seem as though it were the end of all problems and pains.
They sell it to you and focus you on the destination they haven't reached themselves.
They want you to get there and they will show you how.

They call this place SUCCESS.

I know what it sounds like and I know what they want from me.
I know this place should be as it is promised, with milk and honey. 
Silver and Gold. Virgins and Voluptuos Vixens....whatever your taste.
But is it?

They want My success.
So easily said.

My S-ubordination to the U-seless C-liche's and C-riteria of Every S-uperficial S-cociety.

They want this So I can be accepted and my life formated into a variable where they can asses my time on Earth as beign "worthwhile" or "worthless".

Such a pity.
They will not get this from me.

So many people run this track of Success not realising that they are a pawn in the game.
A unit of measurable efficiency.

If I am Successful, 
I am Rich. Functional. A law abiding Citizen of Life. No questions, no distress. 
Just progression. Moving on and on and on and on till there's no more ground to be covered.
Then I am Successful. 

Is this true? Am I successful?

If I am unsuccessful,
I am not Rich. I am Dysfunctional. An answer seeking outlaw. Disregarding norms and useless rules just living a Life that is strucured to my needs. Little care for the Gold at the end of the road. More focus on the smile on my face.
Then I am unsuccessful.

Is this true? Am I unsuccessful?


I, me am not looking for s-u-c-c-e-s-s.
I, me am not on that barbaric path of financial and social acceptance.
I don't need to belong in order to exist or live.

I am on a different path.
A path of fulfilment and oneness.
A path of purity, simplicity and happiness.

My life is but a road. 
I am already on the journey to its certain end.
My only enemy is time. I cannot defeat time.
I intend to make each step mine.

When I get to the end of that road I will look back before taking my last step.
I will re-live my joys and pain.
My achievments and my losses.

I will look back at the nobody I was when I came to this world 
and leave knowing that I was not successful.

I will leave this earth
Knowing that I did not live to be rich and accepted,
Knowing that I was not a Zombie or a repetition of lives past.
Knowing that I was not a cliche.

I will take my final step into the heavens knowing that I was FULFILLED..............NotSuccessful.