I am doomed to an eternity of compulsive work. No set goal achieved satisfies. Success only breeds a new goal. The golden apple devoured has seeds. It is endless.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
All I can do will only ever be a faint image of what I see and my success will always be less than my failure or perhaps equal to the failure.
I'm in pursuit of what cannot be achieved: perfection.
We now live in a world where the only thing to have is success, but failure is marvelous. It's fertiliser, it's like living fertiliser, because you're forced on yourself.
Whatever success I may have attained is due to the fact that since I was old enough to work at all, my ambition has never deserted me.
I've failed over and over and over again in my life and that is why I succeed.
One has to devote oneself to a particular pursuit. To be successful at anything, you have to make a total commitment to it.
Even though I am extremely blessed to have accomplished many of my goals at such a young age, I am still reaching, still striving.
I'm drawn to failure. I feel like I'm contending with it constantly in my own life.
I am consumed with the fear of failing. Reaching deep down and finding confidence has made all my dreams come true.
Think of yourself as on the threshold of unparalleled success. A whole, clear, glorious life lies before you. Achieve! Achieve!