Those who chase success—
where lies its measure?
They reach for the sky,
yet the sky only flees above their heads.
Failure strikes the heart,
and fate becomes their scapegoat.
Life's meaning dims in the twilight.
But—
shift your gaze,
ignite fresh zeal,
recast your vision of success.
Seek consummation.
Let fruition chase after you
with unstoppable speed.
Seek it while you live—
in the joy of unending work,
in the playful flow of life,
in the raft of family and kin.
For success is no trophy—
it dances instead
on the raft of consummation and fruition.
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