the ache that no finish line can solve

I thought once I crossed that line, I’d feel something.

I chased the next title.
The next project.
The next version of “better.”

And I did it.
Over and over.

But the weirdest part?

I never really arrived.

The second I got there, it evaporated.

So I picked a new target.
Ran harder.
Told myself the emptiness was just a sign I hadn’t gone far enough.

I was exhausted — and I couldn’t figure out why.

I had everything I was supposed to want.

But none of it felt like mine.

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