"Success Journey" - Bahamas AI Art
©A. Derek Catalano
Success is a Journey, Not a Destination
The mountain peak sits silent, draped in robes of glacial white,
A beacon for the dreamer in the middle of the night.
We fix our eyes upon the crest, the summit we desire,
Fueling every step we take with inner, restless fire.
But look beneath the soaring height, where rocky paths begin,
For there the tale of triumph starts—the battle deep within.
We think the prize is standing there, above the clouds so high,
But glory isn't in the peak that touches the sky.
It’s found within the morning mist, when heavy boots are tied,
Before the cheering crowds arrive, before the ego’s pride.
It’s in the rhythm of the breath, the burning in the lung,
The verses of a victory that haven't yet been sung.
The map is but a paper ghost, a sketch of where to go,
But wisdom is the winding trail and everything we know.
For every mile of jagged stone and every valley deep,
Is where the secrets of the soul are ours alone to keep.
We often crave the finish line, the ribbon and the gold,
The moment when the story of our greatness can be told.
But medals gather layers of dust and trophies lose their shine,
The champagne bubbles disappear and bitter grows the wine.
If all we seek is "getting there," the "there" becomes a wall,
And once the flag is firmly planted, where is left to fall?
The joy is in the reaching out, the stretch of mind and limb,
The light that flickers in the dark, however soft or dim.
