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Lately, it feels like pursuing more—of anything—doesn’t make much sense. Not because having things is inherently bad, but because the wanting is endless. There’s always something else to go after, something else to covet. Or maybe something just out of reach that makes you push a little harder or hang on a little longer.
“We commute to computers. Spirits stay mute while our egos spread rumors. We survivalists turned to consumers.”
And I guess I’m not just thinking about material things or external recognition. Even goals that seem worthwhile—like financial freedom or meaningful work—turn into traps if you pursued with the wrong intention. You build up savings and put it in the market, only for things to take a sharp downward turn. Or maybe you leave your job to work for yourself and find out that “being your own boss” is super stressful—it’s the same but different.
Building from a place of intention and clarity, understanding that most things are out of your control, feels healthy. Pursuing more, chasing better, desiring something else—is recipe for disappointment and resentment. If you're not careful, you can start from one place and wind up in the other.
So maybe we need to start asking better questions. What are we really looking for? Is what we think it might be actually for us? And when does the act of searching itself become the thing to let go?
The answer is never more, it’s enough. Enough presence. Enough depth. Enough stillness to actually connect with the things you’re doing, the life you are building.
Not chasing what could be in front of you, only choosing to be where your feet are.