I must have been 12-13 after having gone through some really traumatic period in my life, and at the same time, reading and listening to some great inspiring stuff, making an inventory of my circumstances, mind, and limited abilities sat one evening at the Wellington Bazar bridge and made some life choices. My Jeevan Lakshya was going to be the very simple 'be a good human being', Only success possible without an ego (self-conceit/ self-importance) was to be attempted and while I did think of detachment, it was in the realm of only not being too attached to material wealth.
Having passed through life comfortably sticking to my goals, realize rather dolorously, that my not having a killer instinct or an audacious goal has one rather unintended consequence. I have not been able to provide neither creature comforts nor social recognition or anything valuable from my side to the immediate family. They succeed extremely well, in spite of me and best of all, continue to love me unconditionally and immensely, leaving me filled with joy, guilt, deficient and lots of love.
Physical space, a feeling of security, the minimum symbols, greater opportunities, lesser tension, and the list goes on of what I might have been able to contribute if only my choices were different.
Life lesson: Life goals must consider your loved ones and their needs! Obvious to most, but there are always a few flickering tube lights