Searching For The Win

Success, no matter what each person defines success as, is universally sought. Some view success in monetary terms, others in beauty. Others still view success as a superficial dream that can never be achieved, just as Gatsby can never attain his precious Daisy. No matter who you are and what you aspire to have, be, or claim, you certainly imagine that getting to this place, reaching this spot, will turn life into a wonderland. However, there is no such location in which happiness and fulfillment may be magically uncovered. No, nothing could ever be that easy. Success must be dug with fingernails ripping into the damp ground after a heavy rain, with sweat dripping form your forehead from the punishing sun. Moreover, even if this perfect ideal is settled into your work bitten palms, it is not a guarantee of all you ever wished. This is discovered by the residents of the Store that clamor around the radio in Angelou's piece. Despite their apparent victory for which their very lives seemed to hang in the balance, they must still confront the wrath of their opponent's revenge, of racism's rage. Their triumph is not a be all end all, as hardly anything ever is. Their war is continuous, not to be finished in one, simple battle.