Once you’ve become a “published author”, you notice something:
That within this term, “published”, there are hierarchies with it, as distinct as any other area of human endeavor.
There are books which make the author insanely rich, famous and talked about at all the right parties. And there are books which only pay the bills for a couple of weeks (If that), and get forgotten soon after.
And this is equally true in any other profession. There are lawyers who chase ambulances, and there are lawyers who argue cases in front of the Supreme Court.
“Success” is so relative and foggy a notion, it’s amazing we spend so much time trying to nail it down.
Best just to think that to just exist at all, to just be here in the moment, is success enough, is a miracle in itself. Harder than it looks.