A life of success.
Today, being a successful person have different connotations depending on what country you live in or, more exactly, in what type of culture you were raised.
In the West, a successful person is who has a good job (in terms of earning a lot of money), a family and all the stuff due of having money.
I am not agree at all with that consideration.
I prefer the definition of certain East countries (as Nepal), where they think a “successful person” is who reach the true happiness.
The meaning of that may change depending on the person.
But there is another thing I agree with these East countries.
The richness (that is, if we do the analogy with de “West” countries definition, the way to measure the success of a person) is related to the number of good friends a person has.
So for that, in my opinion, a person who has reached the triumph is who has the capability of surrounding himself with people who help him to be happy.
According to that, I can consider myself a successful person.
Maybe I am not the smartest, or the most gorgeous, or the best trivial player of all times (but almost.
(Part brain, part dummy luck)), but I always have good friends.
Not many, but good friends, and I won’t change any of them for all the money in the world.