Aspiring to be better Vs. Wanting more

It's a funny place to be – not where you want.

You look at other people, artists, and think:

That's it ... I wish I had that. I wish I was there.

But, you can never be there just as they can never be here.

Just as their past is different from your past.

You know this, and still you look on with an envious heart, wishing to be somewhere you're not.

If only, if only, if only ...

Like you're wishing time away. Not enjoying the present. Not enjoying the journey – the unavoidable time it takes to even get to your there.

And what does over there have that right here doesn't?

A feeling of enough? Admiration? A job well done?

Those things are not found there.

They're here, in the presence of each breath.

Because inevitably you'll get over there and then you'll want another there, and another, and another ... until you finally wake up one day after a long tiring journey of theres, and you'll be here. Right where you wanted.