a view og myself

I must confess, in retrospect, that I have never put myself out to attain the goals I had set for myself. Whatever achievement-if any-I have now, I have probably come by it with some stroke of luck. I seem to live by the credence that whether I will succeed in what I aim at is far more on the lap of the gods than a likely product of perseverance and exertion on my part. On the other hand, this may be a sham, a pretence for my inertia, passivity. The truth of the matter is, I lack the single-minded drive to work hard, to succeed. Here a question crops up, though. How do you define success? Is it the acquisition of fame, wealth and power, or is it to be able to live one's life as one wishes it, whatever that is?