Maria Popova lifts a passage from Arundhati Roy that resets what success is for: “To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you.” Roy’s measure is a set of ongoing verbs, not an outcome you cross off — and she lists them in an order that’s hard to argue with. Worth printing out as a counterweight to the spreadsheet kind of life-keeping.