In my house rests a trophy case: the place where I keep my most prized possession. But this possession, of course, is not static. No.
For several years I had on display my goal to become a successful business owner. And once that desire waned and no longer fulfilled me, I swapped it out for my longing for a relationship. After some time, that too lost its luster, and so it made way for my need for children. Eventually I realized once again that this too did not bring lasting happiness.
And so I went, on and on like that, for years, for decades, trying to display in my trophy case something that would forever satisfy the longing in my chest, and finding that my void could not be filled.
Now my trophy case sits empty, collecting dust, and finally I am free.
