Yesterday, I commented on Roger Federer, and asked what it is that drives apart the champions of the world and the rest of humanity.
The determination that I saw yesterday, and that I continue to see in the rest of the "successful" bunch, goes hand in hand with constant action, constant improvement, constant reinvention.
I think I've always wondered, is there a point at which people truly retire? Do people just stop once they've reached what they designate as "success"?
The answer is an emphatic "no".
Those who become legends, much like Michael Jackson, whose memorial touched me today, never stop searching, never stop working, never stop dreaming for bigger or better. They know that even if things are great at the moment, they can always get better, forgetting the possibility of failure as they do so.
What if we all forget about the destination, instead looking only at the journey, and decide that was what we really wanted after all?