That’s about it.

Striving for the thing is not satisfactory. Neither is receiving the thing. Whatever it is.

I know this intellectually, but still I strive.

For the promotion/recognition at work.

For meaningful platonic and romantic connections.

For the next set of tools and parts to build whatever i’m currently obsessed with.

For the next set of improvements to my diet and health routines to keep my head above the waters of depression and anhedonia.

For my dog to learn the next set of tricks that i’m working to teach her.

For myself, to learn new things and develop my understanding of things I’ve already begun learning.

For conveniences to make daily life a bit more streamlined.

For sociopolitical changes that improve prospects for the future.

The more I grasp at, the more falls through my fingers, the more I see what more there is to grasp, the more i want to grasp it.