I used to be extremely ambitious, but upon reflection I think that was misplaced ambition, ambition in all the wrong places, for all the wrong reasons. I strived for a career that was high paying, and well respected. I wrongly believed that they were the path to success and therefore happiness. But I see now how flawed that reasoning is. Because when I think about it, when I really sit down, and think to myself, it isn’t dollars in my bank account, approval from others, or anything else along those lines that brings me happiness. And I definitely do not want to become the person who constantly sacrificed their present happiness for a promised greater, future happiness. I don’t want to wake up one day with half my life gone, and having most of that time spent chasing money, chasing social approval, chasing “success” all at the cost of my happiness. my idea of success is not having a well paying respected job with a large paycheck, or being famous, or reknowned or remembered. My idea of success is just me living a humble happy life surrounded by those that I love, and having the freedom to do what I love. And what I love is very simple. I love good people, good conversations, good food, exploration, being in nature, moving my body, and more than anything, I love making good memories. I just want to go for long walks with my friends, eat chocolate cake, have stimulating conversations, ride my bike, play piano, connect with genuine people, love and be loved, laugh, hug, drink tea, watch Lord of the Rings, read fantasy novels, and be happy. That is what I want, that is what I want to do everyday for the rest of my life. And that is what I would call a successful life. It’s a simple life, but it’s a happy one, and therefore it’s a fulfilling one to me.