The only measure of achievement worth anything at all is how we have loved. If we have loved well, then lives change in our wake, even our own. If we have loved well, then we will have made an indelible mark on the lives we have touched. If we have loved well, we have succeeded.
Sometimes I have flown to the sun as the golden boy, and sometimes my wax wings have melted and I have plummeted back to Earth in a heap. I’m not any different, really, than anyone.