Society rates men based on their financial status and job titles, but these metrics don’t tell the whole story. For me, success now feels more like having peace of mind and time to spend with people I care about.
What does success look like to you, outside of your job or salary?
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Society rates men based on their financial status and job titles, but these metrics don’t tell the whole story. For me, success now feels more like having peace of mind and time to spend with people I care about.
What does success look like to you, outside of your job or salary?
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If I’m at peace, little to no stress. That’s success in my mind.
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I think success is when you’re making progress towards goals you deem worthy. By that, you can be successful as a rich man, a poor man, and everything in between. What I like about this definition is that it’s not defined by any measure defined by anyone else but you.
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For me, success is being able to spend and enjoy time with my family and friends without worry.
Health, happiness, and self-worth.
If you have these in abundance, you have everything you need
Discipline. If I can stay disciplined, I feel success all around me.
Two primary metrics.
If your unemployed and broke, but you have friends and enjoy your life and have shit you care about?
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Absolutely. I know a multimillionaire guy who is gay and everyone knows he’s gay, but due to his strict education he had to marry a woman and have a children. He’s the most miserable person I’ve ever met, despite his mansions and his yacht.
How my children are raised and if they are going to be well educated, engaged, passionate, have the right idea of what partner they need in life….
Basically, I see so many successful people with neglected children. Then, at some age, they start wondering – what did I do wrong and when? Well, from the start. Children are malleable at early age, and it becomes less and less possible over time.
how many days a week can I sleep in.
the goal is ALL of them.
How few fucks I have to give about what others think of me.
My biggest success was to stop comparing myself to others. Im.not recalling living anyone’s dream life, but I’ve got a place I can afford, a wife I’m crazy about, plenty of books to read, and way too many animals. It’s pretty rad.
Society can take that rating system and shove it lol. Most actual people think similarly to yourself.
Success, to me, was when I experienced what I believe is very similar to what parents experience (though I can understand it not being apples to apples given the variables in play) when they can exhale realizing they did well enough for their kid to not walk into traffic the moment they leave the nest.
Parentalized at 15 (slightly before that actually but I consider that the official moment) when my little brother entered the world, who’s dad split the moment it became clear he required a little extra attention, autistic with a mad eye moody eye to boot, and moms deciding to dive further into addiction viewing him as a potential boost for monthly ssi. I was extremely fortunate to have a dope step family that influenced my life big time when I’d see them, and a salesperson by nature, so making friends was never an issue, and their parents were huge influences as well. Knowing lil broski was not going to have those advantages and be left with Madre and whatever company she held at any given moment, I made the call, fuck it.
My plans were put on the back burner & scrapped cause ain’t no way I’ma dip out and leave him without someone nearby to guide him when need with nothing but his best interest at heart.
So I did just that. It had it’s moments that were pretty friggin rough, but after 23 years of him being my sole purpose, when I felt that lil broski was in fact a man who at very least knew how to figure something out on the fly, and able to actually maneuver in society on his own without fear, we had the talk and I made sure that above all else, he can always rest assured I’m only a phone call away.
Now he’s not only surviving, but thriving in life making a solid wage, has a very strong grip and understanding of finances, is disciplined as fuck and now has his own place with his gf. You know how fucking good that feels? Ugh, the sense of pride & confidence I have at all times, walking into whatever environment is through the roof.
Am I where I “should be” financially by most metrics regarding those my age? Probably not, but I don’t give a fuck, I’m good.
As cheesy as it may sound, there’s nothing anyone can do that’d actually hurt or bother me enough to throw me off my game, they’re irrelevant. I can’t lose because, well, I already won.
How happy you are and content with life.
How much free time I have.
I’m always amazed at people that seemingly brag about how busy they are. Get together for dinner? That’ll have to be scheduled 1-2 months out. 1-2 day getaway with the boys? Let’s look at dates 8-12 months from now.
A lot of people equate busy-ness with some sort of social success. I feel the exact opposite way…I love nothing more than to have free time!!!
How happy my daughter is. Don’t really care about my career or level of income so long as she is happy and thriving
My goal is happiness. So I’m Successful if I’m happy.
if I got laid that week and I made my wife cum