There, Where?

We never get there.
Once we reach it, it is here.
There is elsewhere still.

A man spends his life walking toward there.

There is where it will make sense.
There is where effort will justify itself.
There is where the noise will stop.

But when he arrives, nothing announces the victory. No rupture. No revelation.

There has quietly become here.

Ordinary, absorbed, stripped of promise.

So a new there is born, farther, better, untouchable again.

And you keep chasing a point that keeps moving away.

The moment you get there, it's gone.

Desire survives on distance.

Kill the distance, and desire goes silent.

Lose what you gained, and distance returns.

The engine restarts.

Endlessly.

Most people think they are chasing destinations.

They are not. They are being shaped by pursuit itself, carved by the tension between here and an ever-escaping there.

So the question changes.

Not: How do I reach there?

But: Who do I become during the chase?

Because one day you may notice:

There was never a there, never a then.

Only a succession of here and now.