I am living on the razor's edge between success and failure, adulation and humiliation - between justifying my existence and revealing my unworthiness to be alive.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Sometimes adversity is what you need to face in order to become successful.
I'm aware that success can overwhelm you. The perception of you can be elevated to such a status that it's not you any more.
Success is survival.
The moment we believe that success is determined by an ingrained level of ability as opposed to resilience and hard work, we will be brittle in the face of adversity.
Success is due to our stretching to the challenges of life. Failure comes when we shrink from them.
Success is a completely abstract thing - it has no bearing on daily life, family matters, the matter of artistic creation, but it can affect grace, and if I lose that, I really have gained nothing from success.
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 was brought up to believe that there is no such thing as failure as long as I'm trying my best. So I've had a 'blood, guts and glory' approach through my whole life.
I'm drawn to failure. I feel like I'm contending with it constantly in my own life.
Success is a sort of metaphysical experience. I live exactly as I did before - only on a slightly bigger scale. Naturally, I won't be corrupted. I'll sit there in my Rolls, uncorrupted, and tell my chauffeur, uncorruptedly, where to go.