Is it normal that i think "success" is a joke?
So you worked your ass of at college for eight years, worked your ass even further off at some nerve-wrecking desk job for 40, wrote a book or two, then golfed 'till you died. A few people you've never met know your name... maybe.
Big fucking deal.
You'll be spending the rest of eternity under a tombstone like me, and I've spent my whole life being lazy and pursuing simple, carnal pleasures. I'm an alien to stress, and regret nothing.
You wasted your whole life working because you blindly obeyed the instinct that tells you to do what society expects of you. You are a failure. Your dark, earthy reward awaits you.
Ha ha ha.