Great people or at least those who pretend to be often say that success is measured by how happy one has lived his life regardless of his accomplishments. I doubt that. Lions roam the Safari with contentment but I haven’t heard of a successful nor a happy one–kindly introduce me if you have met the greatest lion in the world (cue: Circle of Life).

I, however, have heard of the greatest showman, the greatest purveyor of arts, the greatest philosopher… What I am trying to point out is if true success meant happiness and contentment in life without having to work hard, I wouldn’t be any different from the homeless person living outside of my village.

I have accomplished a great number of things in my thirty years of stay on this planet. Publishing my own book, winning a couple of awards, speaking in front of a huge crowd were some of them. Why stop there?

Being ambitious is not as bad they say.

They say life begins at forty. That’s a big fat lie. Life begins when you live it. 30 years ago I started living mine.