Defining success...

What if we truly understood that the process was more important than the results. What if we lived enveloped in the truth of our weaknesses. After all, do we really believe that we can control anything in this world besides our attitude? How would we be different if we acknowledged that what the world touted as success was not truly success? 

The world would have us believe that if we could proffer the resounding accolades of men, then we have achieved success. What if success is defined differently? What if we understood that our motives played a key role? Who do we "win" for? Is gaining glory for ourselves the most satisfying endeavor of life? It almost seems preposterous to imagine, yet we live that way mostly, don't we? Simply putting it into words makes the whole of the effort appear vain...futile...or empty. Let it soak in...I am bathing in the thought of this daily.