Ever notice how the things we chase the hardest often feel empty when we catch them? Like the real joy was always in the pursuit, not the prize itself. What if wanting is the actual point?
Ever notice how the things we chase the hardest often feel empty when we catch them? Like the real joy was always in the pursuit, not the prize itself. What if wanting is the actual point?
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