Chasing Stillness

We spend our whole lives running towards a horizon.

But the moment we arrive,

the line

just moves.

Sign on the dotted line,

collect the new promotion

A sudden rush of warmth,

a temporary potion

You cross another target

off the master list

But looking at the screen,

the peak is somehow missed

The brand new keys,

the house, the quiet recognition

Yet by tomorrow morning,

there's a new ambition The baseline pulls you back,

the golden standard shifts And once again you're searching for another lift.

You feel the pattern repeating in your chest

The constant hunger

disguised as a quest

You get the prize,

but the joy begins to fade

Beneath the promises that we have made.

The problem isn't that we fail to find the spark

The problem is we think the light will end the dark

We run a thousand miles to reach a quiet place Only to

find we're still running on the same treadmill pace.

They call it adaptation,

the dopamine delusion The modern term for an ancient mental confusion A

system designed to keep us hunting for the food A mechanism changing

every single passing mood Two thousand years ago they called the craving

Tanha The burning fire in the search for modern mana Anicca,

the truth that everything must slip away We turn the wheel of

desire every single day.

And when you stop the chase,

the air is suddenly clear

The silence speaks the truth we were too fast to hear

Peace isn't waiting at the finish line today

It's knowing that you do not have to run away.

The problem isn't that we fail to find the spark

The problem is we think the light will end the dark We

run a thousand miles to reach a quiet place Only to find

we're still running on the

same treadmill pace. Just step off.

The ground is right beneath your feet. (hummmm)