The End of the Chase

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I used to believe there was a place I’d eventually reach where everything would settle. Where I’d wake up one day, take a deep breath, and finally feel… there.

Like I’d finally made it.

I didn’t know exactly where there was, but I imagined it as a kind of arrival—some combination of success, security, recognition, and peace. I figured once I had the right things in place, I’d feel the way I wanted to feel. Settled. Sorted. Whole. Fulfilled. Like I’d finally caught up to the version of myself that had been running ahead all these years.

But there never came.

Every time I hit a milestone, the horizon stretched further. Whatever feeling I thought I’d find when I got there flickered for a moment, then dissolved. A new goal appeared. A new chase began. And I started to wonder if maybe the whole game had been rigged from the start.

At some point, you have to stop and ask—what exactly am I chasing?

Because it’s never about the house, the title, the number in the bank account. It’s not even about the approval, the respect, or the moment someone finally sees you the way you’ve always wanted to be seen. Those things are just placeholders. They’re just symbols for something deeper.

What we’re really chasing—always—is a feeling.