The really good thing about my 50s is I get to define who I am and what I do.
I get to define success too.
Nothing wrong with cars and houses and wherever else. I've no quarrel with anyone who chooses those things as success markers for their life either...
but I know I'm more of a success as a human being now without those things, that I was in my 20s when I thought I needed those things to be a success.
There's an intangible equality of being at peace worth more than any Rolls Royce to me, I guess?
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