Which Way?

The journey started out with hope, and ended with the tale of the Harvard MBA and the fisherman. In our version, like the tale, the fisherman wins hands down. Why live to work when your end goal really is to sustain a relaxed life, taking siestas and enjoying drinks with friends?

So which way is the right way? Then again, the advantage of being older is realizing that there really is no right way, and it is up to your convictions to stand by your own decisions about your own life.

And the truth is, most of the time, I do enjoy what I'm doing.

It's just a struggle sometimes to fit that in with everyone's expectations, especially in a world that will judge you based on your so-called achievements. The joy of being proud of your work is tempered with the realization that sometimes those things do not matter, and oftentimes "talk" and "politics" will get you anywhere, faster. In my experience, nice guys finish last, but that doesn't mean you don't have to be nice. My end goal is not to finish first anyway. It's to finish with dignity. And to do it. My own way.