the success of a wasted life

Success. I'm not sure if any other one word is able to evoke so many different meanings and definitions. The measurement of success is unique to each and every individual who seeks after it. Take me for instance:
Growing up, I guess you could say that I was a very successful child. I was consistantly at the top of my class--regardless of the subject studied. I graduated high school in the top 7% of my class of 675. I earned a 31 on my ACT, landing me in the 99th percentile of America and as a result I was offered a $50,000 scholarship to a private university. I was successful. But I decided one day to throw all of my successes away.
After months of agonizing thought processes, I quit college. I applied for a long-term mission trip to Uganda, Africa. I went to be a minister of the gospel to people longing for hope. I was asked by people why I was throwing my life away. But I knew in my mind that I was finding my life. I was seeking out my success--I was learning what I would excel in.
In Africa, I found my success. I found that I had been given more talents than I had learned in school. I found that I could minister to people, I could teach Bible studies, I could pray effectively for people. I could be successful for God.
Now, four years later, I reflect. I'm back in school--but I'm studying to go into ministry. Once again I have my life planned out, so I'm expecting God to change my plans. But I know this: what I truly want to do is be successful for God's Kingdom.
If at the end of my life I am forgotten, if my name has not been recorded in history, if people do not know who I am...that's okay. My life will not have been wasted if I have wasted it for the Kingdom. My success will be in my demise because as I decrease then God has the chance to increase and that's all that I desire. My successes are in Him.