For a long time, success meant what I'd built. The yachts, the records, the moments where everything finally went right after years of work.

I don't measure it that way anymore.

I've fallen down more times than I can count, made the same mistake more than once before it actually taught me anything. Those falls taught me more than any of the wins did. A tired mind always reaches for the easy decision, the one that looks sensible in the moment. Every time, I found my way back to the same direction, not because the easy route stopped being tempting, but because I never let it be the one making the decision.

That's what changed how I think about success. It stopped being about what I kept, and became about what I could pass on. Not just the wins. The falls too, maybe especially the falls, because those are the lessons nobody hands you for free.

It's why I can't throw things away, materials, skills, knowledge, any of it, if there's still use left in them.

That's what I actually believe success looks like now. Not something you build and hold onto. A spark passed into someone else. A material kept in use instead of thrown away. A skill that would have disappeared, still being used by someone's hands. If something I've done or made or said ends up doing that, even once, even for one person, that already counts as having mattered.