Everything got easier when I stopped chasing, and started doing more with what I had
It’s easy to want the rippling rush of that next novelty.
Like a tug at the chest from somewhere sweet and warm.
But that only suits someone who derives happiness from externalities.
More thrills.
More cool new stuff.
Having more and adventuring is not bad per sé, but you needn’t add more at the expense of losing what you have.
Thinking inner peace comes from new stuff is a game of smoke and mirrors that you will lose.
It never worked out for me.
In fact, it made me more stressed while not really growing.
When you chase new shiny shit, guess what?
You leave behind a trail of half-done, poorly executed demi-projects.
No fulfilment comes from this.
Can you do more with what you have?
The people you already know.
The drawers of notes.
The unfinished articles in the folder marked ‘not finished.’
The peaceful pond in the park right in front of your door.
