A sea of sadness surrounds someone who remains unsuccessful for long and longs for the success, sometimes unto death or which seems running always a step ahead. I too belong to one of those billion who have been striving and struggling relentlessly to achieve that sweetest; Success! Missing the success shortly many a time, with all the sadness of the world, I have seen the rejoicing pleasure of my friends who celebrated their success and wanted me to be a part of it. The success celebration was forbidden for me, as I stood as a failure at a corner, my failure was a giant demon and it’s horrifying laughter sounded to me similar to the sound of celebration of those friends. I remember the following poem to be befitting and time less to all those unsuccessful alike me.
Success is counted sweetest
By Emily Dickenson (1830-1886)
Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne'er succeed.
To comprehend a nectar
Requires sorest need.
Not one of all the purple host
Who took the Flag today
Can tell the definition
So clear of Victory
As he defeated -- dying --
On whose forbidden ear
The distant strains of triumph
Burst agonized and clear!
A poetry of Sir. Robert Browning states some where that the struggle for success should continue and that someone like me is not alone but there are many more stories of unsuccessful struggle, so we should not worry and regret, success brings a struggle to the end, nothing remains unachieved, every thing is fulfilled and the excitement seems to be over. Some thing ought to remain unsuccessful, so that we always have a reason to strive for, till the end of our life.
At last to quote with a ray of hope:
A minute's success pays the failure of years. Robert Browning
