Well first:
Rivers I forgot to see that post. Good points of course, by you and Moreno, but even if fear of success eventually means fear of failure, it’s still “fear of failure by way of success.” a particular route toward failure, if we agree for sec, and this is a particular kind of situation, kind of fear, deserves its own look.
For me I suspect the failure is in not wanting to change. (because i’m not really afraid of failure, i rather like it, nor have i ever been afraid of failing at something I tried in earnest to do. knowing you tried your hardest is a wonderful thing even if you fail. the problem is when I don’t try my hardest and still succeed – THAT’S the big bad thing.)*
Like I said, when we succeed at something, change is part of it, and change, any change, is sort of a chore at this point, what with all the work Ive done mastering just being me. I’ll take change when it comes, but I’m not so keen on causing it, even if that change means “success.”
I don’t like the word success and successful, never have. It’s always bundled with money. I hate that, when people say so-in-so is very successful, when what they really mean is rich, and they’re equating rich with success. It’s nauseating when they do that. Flies in the face of everything we learned from sesame street on down, all the loving assurances that money does not equal success. it’s all a lie. becuz next thing you know your mother/friend/wife/kid is equating success w/money. As if it’s a given. Again, see motivation and the CAN/DO distinction.
*And FUSE in terms of guilt, it’s not that I think I’m special, I KNOW I’m special. When the universe hurls something good at me I absolutely DO take it personally. I don’t buy this idea that it’s all just random. Nature is very picky and does play favorites and it always has to be personal. Sometimes, like in lottery, it’s random. but when you set out to do something and succeed, it’s not random. So in terms of GUILT being part of the sickness unto success that I’m dealing with, it’s not guilt. Not in the way you’d think. It’s not an “I’m not worthy” guilt. It’s more a crashing realization that the thing I achieved is NOT something I actually want, earning it did NOT require any of my best efforts, best traits, or involve my truest aims. SUCCESS is the quickest route to coming face to face with your own fraudulence. “Great, you got what you supposedly wanted. Happy?”
No. So what do I/we really want? Know what I mean? I know you do, fuckers. I don’t want to run around looking for ways to slap the SUCCESS STORY label onto myself. Once I do that I feel like the jerks won. Part of me wants to not want. I mean, why the fuck did they have us read Siddharta in the first place…teach it in such a knowing, beatific way…and then tell us to go be “successful?” I think they made us read Hesse so we would be in this very predicament I’m writing about.
We all have to think hard to really know what we define as success. It might take awhile. I’m 42 and I’m still not sure.
And w/r/t lottery winnings i feel I already won just being born. we all have a limited time to spend our winnings. that’s the anxiety.
how to live.
try to wiggle out of that question, laugh at it, dismiss it, or answer it in a hokey soundbite. it doesn’t go away, our only true angel, we answer to it every day. and on days we succeed, it asks loudly.