We’ve forgotten how to want something long enough to let it change us. And maybe what’s missing isn’t a thing at all, but the stillness to notice what’s already here.
Lately I’ve been asking myself what my life is missing, and I can’t pin it down. Maybe that’s the point. We’re wired now for the quick hit—the next notification, the next purchase, the next distraction. We’ve traded patience for immediacy, mistaking dopamine for meaning.