IS SUCCESS A CROOK?

All my life, I have hated dishonesty. Safe to conclude that there was a heavy dose of parental panel-beating to ensure this but then, as adults, we ultimately chose whether to stick with the things we heard and saw when we were children or to accumulate other habits we consider appropriate to whatever it is we want to make of our lives.
Other than ‘love’, I cannot think of something else that people so openly and hastily pursue every day yet with most having little, if anything, to show for their dissipated virtues. Success has become an abami (a creepy thing) or an enigma if you like.
Many have fingered it as the reason they killed loved ones, ruin the lives of fellow humans, destroy another’s career, abandoned marriage vows, make a mockery of parenting, held-on illegally to authority and power, impoverish several people and even turn against the Supernatural. Many more have admitted that they will do anything to have a slice of Success- anything!
Yet, Success remains elusive. It appears he enjoys seeing able-bodied men rise while cocks are still dozing and sweat it out all day long trying to figure out the path to his doorsteps. Really, he does feel on top of the world sheepishly flashing the ‘Most Sought-after’ sign on his designer shirt while humanity engage in all manner of things under heaven to arrive at his fabled golden gates.
Do you think you can find a near accurate estimation of how much money have been spent trying to track Success and find the easiest path to his kingdom? What’s the worth of the books published in his honour or the value of the seminars held at his instance? I doubt even the computer can accurately count the numbers of ‘success tips’ being brandish around the universe or the sheer numbers of souls that have perish in their quest to have their names mentioned in the same sentence as Success.
Why would Success do this to us? Why afflict us this much? Seeing that humanity is seemingly in love with him, why does he leave most of us with Failure when we would rather be with him? Why will he give us false hope of progresses and illusory victories yet stay far aloof when we seem so near? Why?
If you ask me, “Mr. Nika Burga, what do you think?” My answer will simply be this:
“Success is a crook!”
Or, are we?