There’s not quite a way to explain why anybody does anything. We all seem too have our own ways of doing things our own self declared individuality. So what makes success what makes failure is it simply up to circumstance, people say it’s luck or connections or pure ambition. But maybe success is a gene, something you are born with something you can neither choose or deny, maybe that’s a radical idea with no scientific backing, and it is. But what if? What if there’s no normal, nor formula. What if your genes define what you will do and who you will love. Imagine for a moment you don’t have a name or salary or even clothing. There is no developed world or materialistic measurement of success. What are you then? Are you as respected even with nothing? Are you as admired? Well no, you’re now at your truest form. You are an animal. What do animals do? They do whatever the fuck they want, and in my opinion, doing whatever you want is success.