In his dreams, when he had looked out upon the world as a conquering
emperor, the man had seen only the deeds of valor--the exhibitions of
courage, of heroism, of strength--he had seen only the victories--the
honors. But now, in the fulfillment of his dreams--when he had won the
victory--when the honors were his--he knew the desperate struggle, the
disastrous losses, the pitiful suffering. He had felt the dangers grip
his heart. He had felt the horrid fear of defeat striking at his soul.
Upon him were the marks of the conflict. His victory had not been won
without effort. Success had demanded a price and he had paid. Perhaps
no one but the man himself knew how great was the price he had paid.
The man found also that Success brought cares greater than he had ever
known in the days of his struggle. Always there are cares that wait at
the end of the battle and attend only upon the victor. Always there
are responsibilities that come only when the victory is won--that are
never seen in the heat of the conflict.
Once let it be discovered that you have the strength and the
willingness to carry burdens and burdens will be heaped upon you until
you stagger, fainting, under the load. Life has never yet bred a man
who could shoulder the weight that the world insists that he take up
in his success. And, when the man could not carry all the burdens that
the world brought because his strength and endurance was only that of
a mortal, the world cursed him--called him selfish, full of greed,
heartless, an oppressor caring nothing for the woes of others. Those
who had offered no helping hand in the time of his need now clamored
loudly for a large part of his strength. Those who had cared nothing
for his life in the times of his hardships now insisted that he give
the larger part of his life to them. Those who had held him back now
demanded that he lift them up to a place beside him. Those who had
shown him only indifference--coldness--contempt, now begged of him
attention--friendship--honors--aid.
And from all these things that attended his success the man found it
impossible to escape. The cares, the burdens, the responsibilities
that Success forced him to take up rested heavily upon him. So heavy
indeed were these things that he had little strength or will left for
the enjoyment of that which he had so worthily won.
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