Once one reaches their dreams, the peak of their desire, what would one do then? If one were to receive everything they needed, have everything they wanted, then what would one live for? Throughout lives, people chase towards their goals, to fulfil themselves, achieve their dreams, live happily, but without that, what drive is there for one to live, survive, thrive? To reach the top, one must feel such an empty sensation, to be deprived of meaning to move forward, and thus, achieving everything one would want, having everything one would desire, would that not be a descent in face of what would otherwise be an ascension via one’s triumph?
Though what one would have chased, desired to have as their own, is now within one’s possession, either a concept, or a tangible possession; without this motivation of a new goal to continue forth, how would one continue to motivate oneself? Maybe to find another goal, another desire to have fulfilled, even relating to achievements previous, but further on, this cycle begins to stale, the endless wavering of obtainment in exchange for drive; the endless fate of one’s ideals.
In face of a great accomplishment, I cannot help but feel empty. The more I seek to desire, to achieve, to surpass, the more I feel drained of this motivation within me, seeping out, emptying gradually day by day. Amongst this endless pursuit of happiness however, rather so the lack of pursuit seems to satisfy this feeling rather than to hinder it. To be pulled along by the tides of life, to enjoy the menial, and to moderately apply oneself to the tasks place before them; such a life remains more so enjoyable than the foolhardy and enduring fight to obtain the extent of one’s desires. In the face of life’s challenges, the pressures and requirements of the life we lead and leave behind, I am wholly content to apply myself as I please, rather than to pull myself along by the gratuitous whims that fueled a past reflection of me.
To see the stars, to continue to breathe and live, to feel the connections to that around me; these meagre desires fuel me in place of the great goals I used to idolise so. Though still guided by the winds of hopeful fantasy, the impulse to strive, thrive and better myself to reach the peak of human accomplishment, rather I would set my sights to a peak of my own, traversing my own challenges one step at a time.
To live such a life would be my grand desire.