Brilliance is known in childhood. If you're giving self esteem talks to Little Sammy because he pissed himself in front of the other children, your work hasn't taken off yet and never will. Well, unless you're like Franz Kafka, living in seclusion, never showing your work to anyone. Well, we can forget that since you're already tooting your own horn on the internet about how good you are. You've probably shown your work to everyone and still were ignored. Now THAT'S SUCCESS!
My goal of success is to toast a good year's merlot over a fine veal and gnocchi. Ravishing the smoke of a fine cigar, trying not to ash it on my cozy silk suit. My woman will be the most voluptuous money can buy. Fully sensually satisfied, I'll die with a smile on my face.
One day you will die of a heart attack from cleaning vomit off baby seats all day long. Your obese, goth girlfriend will mourn you and try to eat your flesh at the funeral, thinking you were a casket full of fried chicken. All of the piercings in her face will fall into the casket, which will fall out of the Honda Civic giving you your Last Ride.
Yup, you win.