There is no pocket in any shroud yet devised which will convey wealth across the River of Death, and no man's honors and fame but that fade in the clear light of the Spirit that shines in the land beyond.
Then, ambitious friend, quit your worrying, readjust your aim, trim your lamp for another and better guest, live for the uplift of others, seek to give help and strength to the needy, bring sunshine to the darkened, give of your abundance of spirit and exuberance to those who have little or none, and thus will you lay up treasure within your own soul which will convert hell into heaven, and give you joy forever.
So long as men and women believe that happiness lies in outdistancing, surpassing their fellows in exterior or material things, they cannot help but be subjects to worry.

To determine to gain a larger fortune than that possessed by another man is a sure invitation to worry to enter into possession of one's soul.

Who has not seen the vain struggles, the distress, the worry of unsatisfied ambitions that would have amounted to nothing had they been gratified?
In Women's Clubs--as well as men's--many a heart-ache is caused because some other woman gains an office, is elected to a position, is appointed on a committee you had coveted.
The remedy for this kind of worry is to change the aim of life.
Instead of making position, fame, the attainment of fortune, office, a fine house, an automobile, the object of existence, make _the doing of something worthy a noble manhood or womanhood the object of your ambition_.

Strive to make yourself _worthy_ to be the best president your club has ever had; endeavor to be the finest equipped, mentally, for the work that is to be done, _whether you are chosen to do it or not_, and keep on, and on, and still on, finding your joy in the work, in the benefit it is to yourself, in the power it is storing up within you.
Then, as sure as the sun shines, the time will come when you will be chosen to do the needed work.

"Your own will come to you." Nothing can hinder it.