Seems like I have always been running.
Chasing. Seeking. Wanting.
Wanting something other than what I have.
Hoping that it will finally satisfy me.
And every single time, have I been disappointed.
Never ever, has achievement lead to lasting fulfilment.

Of course, this doesn’t mean that achievement is futile.
Achievement, putting effort, working towards something
aren’t futile.
Expecting, that it will lead to fulfilment, is.
Seems to be.

So I set a new goal.
To be content.
To not want anymore.
To be comfortable, okay – happy with where I am.
And even though this has been turned into yet another chase,
another want,
it seems like not only is contentment achievable
but also the ideal place to be in.

To finally rest, after a long run.
And then continue running,
but this time, not to reach somewhere else
but for the love of it.