Where do you think will our “SUCCESS” go?

Bhavya soni
Nov 7 · 2 min read

Last week, while sipping a glass of margarita, standing on the eighteen-floor of my apartment balcony, something excogitated my mind. I look down, there was nothing special but of course traffic on the roads. Well, just normal routine for some and that some would include many. I saw people suited up, hopping in their Range Rovers and Bentleys, while others dropping their kids in daycares and quite a few number of people enjoying the bright sunshine after brutal minus forty winters in Edmonton.

The little five-year-old girl of mine sitting right next to me says something that left me in the stage of exhaustion. I, for the first time, thought it is rightly said: “Sometimes we catch cold from the ice inside our souls”. Why do you think did she say that, I asked myself? Where did she learn about Success, I murmured to myself? However, she continued asking “Why is everybody running for success Mamma?”, while glancing downstairs. Irrespective of dazzling sunshine, the cold sensation raised goosebumps on my skin.

At first, I thought of blaming the haphazard manner of the education system in junior high. But then my perception like interrogated, was this the only cause? The inner “Iced soul” unknowing knew it was more than just that. I then started to ponder, the rat race we are currently dragged in. The charm of being rich is making man covetous. And that same man holds a major part in each family.

It is hard to recall when those biking days turned to the car race. When those bedtime stories and lullabies turned into late-night telephone conversation. When going McDonald's was not about status but was hunger instead. When we dreamt of becoming a painter, ended up being an engineer. When we learned that scoring even a point more than your cousin was an achievement and helping a fellow student now was considered increasing the competition. We feel miserable thinking about the changes taking place. Those changes, which we ourselves made.

Today, I am grateful to have achieved success. By the term success, most of us would be referring to the state of richness. Well, that “most of us” unfortunately included me. I took life as a money-making process. That process ended up with my daughter’s shriek. Crying in pain, after getting hit by a speedy vehicle on the main road, while mamma on the other side busy booking appointments for next day meetings, sitting on the playground bench.

It is true that sometimes life happens to you when you’re busy planning other things.

Now that my only child is gone, where do you think will my “Success” go?

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