Lately, I’ve been struck by how the hunt for money mirrors some of my stranger experiences like digging for truffles in a spot that should be fertile but turns up empty, or tweaking a mix only for it to sound hollow no matter what I do. There’s this lingering sense that the real prize is always just out of reach, like an echo bouncing off walls you can’t quite see.
Maybe it’s because wealth isn’t a fixed thing. It shifts, hides, or even vanishes when you get close. Archaeologists know this too you can spend years chasing a theory, only to uncover something entirely unexpected.
Does anyone else feel this way? Whether it’s in your work, a side hustle, or just life in general how do you keep the chase from feeling pointless? I’m curious if others have found ways to reframe it or stumble on something deeper along the way.