How do you measure success?
Monday, February 26th, 2007Have you ever thought that when will you actually be successful? What does success mean to you? Will success mean that you have all the money in the world? Does success mean showing off things that others do not have, be it talent/material goods etc?
If you asked me five years ago, this is what I will tell you when I consider myself successful.
Being able to buy a pair of Jimmy Choos, a Jing Ooi wedding gown and a Zang Toi skirt (But not just any skirt, the one with Wayang Kulit designs) without checking the price tags and without batting an eyelid when I have to pay at the cashier.
Yes, that was what I believe was success. Material goods. Shallow isn’t it? You want to see more of my material dreams?
Here we go.
Dream car – A Hummer (Funny, Jennesis has a similar goal/dream)
Dream Pimped up Car – My trusty old Kembara spray painted metallic pink with Lamborghini front doors and suicide back doors. (I do not care much about the inside or tyres, I will leave it to the designer)
Dream home – One large enough to accomodate a personal library, a kitchen with an island, a dining room that can fit 12 people and a mini stage/practise room ala Ramli Ibrahim for my theater work. Not to mention 4 bedrooms with walk in closets for myself and my family members.
Dream job – One that earns me enough money so I can spend more time on my favourite charities. (Isn’t that any philanthropist’s dream? Sigh!!!)
Dream activity – Funding charity balls.
When I was in Kindergarten I measured it by how many stars I got in my homework.
When I was in Primary School, it was how many friends I knew.
When I was in Secondary School, it was how many clubs and societies that I was on board as a committee member.
When I was in Pre-University, it was which university I could go to.
When I was in University, it was how many companies I have networked with.
Before I was working, it was the size of one’s pay cheque.
Now that I am working, it is how many people have I helped in my job. Trust me, not many people would do what I currently do for a living. After all, they do not use the term ‘struggling artist’ as just an expression. It is very true.
I am sick and tired of my relations going, “So little money ar?”
One uncle once called just to nag me about my career choice. I will admit that it is tough living from pay cheque to pay cheque and not being able to afford the luxuries that some of my peers can. Am I jealous? Nope. But I will say that I get frustrated when being compared and ridiculed for venturing into my passion. Not everything can be bought with money. Not everything can be measured in dollars and cents.
Because somehow now, I see materialism as being a disease that engulfs an entire nation. People are going into debt for a lifestyle they could never afford or could only dream of affording.
Not too long ago, I received a SMS from an aquaintance, saying she was riding a Ferrari. The SMS reads, “I am in a Ferrari now. Wohoo!!! Too fast too furious.” (The last line just happened to jump start the Teriyaki Boyz theme into my head.)
Anyhow, I am happy for her if that is how she wants it to be. Yet in a way, I pity her because I see her as being so shallow. Then I wondered if she wanted to make me jealous. If that was her intention, she has failed miserably.
First of all, the car is clearly not hers. So there is nothing to shout about. Second of all, I am just not that into cars. Yes, I do realized that I have stated a few dream cars in my list above. For me it is just one or the other, if I have it, then GREAT. If not, my life is not over. Because to me, it is only material. You can’t take it with you when you die. Some who are reading this may say that I am selling myself short or I am too chicken to chase my own dreams. Trust me, being in the Performing Arts world takes a lot of guts and those who can’t take the heat. Well, gets burned.
Anyhow, I am not saying money is evil. It is indeed a very important part of life. Having it and not having it makes a lot of difference. Being rich is not a crime, but being addicted to money in the sense that it governs how you act is a whole different ball game. One that I do not wish to play in.
Yes, I may not be rich and I may be drowning in education debt but I can still hold my head higher than the ‘water’ and survive. I have touched many lives and seen many things that others are not priviliged of. At my age, I have accomplished things that some may never do in their lifetime. To me, I am successful in my own standards.
Now I am raising the bar again!!!










