In “The Strangest Secret”, Earl Nightingale gives his definition of success:
Success is the progressive realization of a worthy ideal.
You don’t need piles of money.
Lots of achievements.
A degree. Or a house. Or a car.
You just need to set a worthy goal, and steadily work toward making it a reality.
Do that, and you’re a success.
I’ve had a lot of jobs. Most of which I’ve hated.
I know I’m not alone there.
Most of us will stay in jobs we hate because we think they’re secure. As long as we keep showing up the money will keep flowing.
Most employment is at-will. That means you can quit any time you like. For any reason. Or no reason. I’ve done that plenty of times.
It also means you can lose your job at any time. Maybe you showed up late one too many times. Sick one too many days. Your car broke down too many times.
Maybe the company just can’t afford to pay all of it’s employees anymore. Or they just don’t want to.
Maybe you’re being replaced by someone from China. Or India. Or a robot.
As long as you work for someone else, you’re placing your future in their hands.
Is that secure?