There is no finish line
Sometimes we can be tempted into thinking that there's a magic item, experience or feeling that will bring us success or happiness. We pin our hopes on it. We work our way steadily towards it.
Sometimes we might reach or attain that magical thing. But when we do, we realise it wasn't that magical after all and we set our sights on something else.
We keep on going. Keep on searching. Keep on learning. And eventually we realise; it's about the journey, not the destination.
When I think of this, it reminds me of a line I once heard in a TV show (Baptiste, I think):
The wind blows Still the world turns
This post was prompted by the latest issue of Sophie Cross' Thoughtfully newsletter.