Lost in the Performance

We spend so much time performing that we forget the quiet between the acts, the part that’s most real.

What if better days never existed?
Not behind you. Not ahead. Just… imagined.

You keep chasing dragons.
The fire. The rush.
The story you tell yourself at night.

But in the sprint — the ground blurs.
And the moments that could have saved you
slip by, unclaimed.

They told you to chase dreams.
But dreams can run faster than your heart can hold.

I thought I was running toward something.
I wasn’t.
I was rehearsing for a show that no one was watching.

Every step, louder applause in my head, quieter silence in my chest.
Bright lights seduce.
They reflect.
They dazzle.
They hide.

One nigh — I missed my line.
The curtain fell.
And in the dark, I saw the faces I’d been running past.

Not strangers.
Not competitors.
Just… the ones already home.

So I stopped.
And I asked myself:

What am I really chasing?
And what am I losing in the sprint?

And maybe the real truth is,
there was never anything to catch.
Only something to return to.

We don’t always need new beginnings — sometimes we just need to stop running from where we started.

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