The movie Poltergeist tells the story about a family coping with a haunted house. In one scene the mother, hearing her children screaming from their bedroom, starts running down the hall toward them. The faster she runs, the farther the hallway magically stretches out before her. Success, it seems to me, is like that hallway. We certainly can’t wait on it—it doesn’t come on it’s own. But the more we chase it, the farther it stretches out before us. On its own, success is elusive. It makes a lousy goal. Better to move ahead without it and let it catch up later.
Your thoughts? Are there some things you’d do if success didn’t matter?