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Success is a personal thing.
You might see some dude driving an E55 with the hottest bitches in the car and think, "Wow that guy has it all."
Yet he's got a coke addiction, is chubby, can't get his dick hard anymore, the women use him for his cash, his job stresses him out to the max, and he can't get a genuine hug without someone trying to pick his pocket.
Then you might see some dude at the side of the road in a broken down old Corolla and feel bad for him, yet he's happy with his job at Canadian Tire, can still plow his decently pretty wife anytime without needing a blue pill, has a townhouse in Langley with his woman and kids who love him, and he wakes up and goes to bed with a huge smile every night.
Simply by image and what's on paper the guy I first mentioned would be considered successful, but I'd rather be the second dude.
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