The road to success?

“I was an overnight success alright, but 30 years is a long,long night” Ray Kroc

I heard this quote earlier today in a podcast an it got me thinking of success, and when are we considered successful and who decide that we are anyhow? Success comes in many forms and definitions but maybe, maybe having a goal and working towards  it every single day, in every single moment is the ultimate success we can experience. 

To me, I have goals and ambitions that live in me, goals that made home for themselves in every single cell and with every breath, never leaving my mind, thoughts and visions that make me want to get out of bed in days I am no longer excited to lead an unusual independent life, yet sometimes I feel like those goals changes constantly, constantly in away that makes me unable to acknowledge what I have accomplished so far.
If I can go back in time and read into the future, to where I am now, I might or might not call myself successful just yet, and for that I’d be both so proud and disappointed at the same time. Proud of Whom I have become as a human, as an artist, the things I have learned, the development I encountered in my art. The courage I now have, the risks and opportunities I Jumped at just because I simply needed to follow my heart.
Disappointed about the negativity filled me in times of struggles, the accomplishments I never celebrated, the bitterness I grew in me for all the things I lacked, the days I rewarded myself by doing nothing at all. The time I wasted thinking I did enough already.
While creating and working toward our vision, we go through many bad days, challenges and obstacles, feeling unappreciated. Those times are there only to make us accept this journey and whatever it brings our ways. Not to get bitter, nor unmotivated or worthless, but to make us take a deeper look into who we, to question the path we are taking, as with questioning comes certainty. We might not  be able to get why some things happen to us or what value it adds to our beings, despite all the hard work and restless days and busy minds, you still feel small looking at your big dreams, this will continuously happen, it is all there so it can give us a push when we fail the next time, which is a big part of success. 

Writing this from my workspace, The wall is filled with portraits made out of colors and water.
From my window, I hear the wind and birds and I can see the little seagull that has been there for weeks, unable to fly. Waiting for his mother to bring his next meal.
The sun is about to set and I have been thinking about success for almost the whole day  so I just thought I might as well share it in here.
If the will to create and inspiration never end, this journey might never as well.
What are you thoughts on the topic? do you feel like the journey of an artist ever reach an end or will it always be chasing goals and making plans?