The Finish Line Was Never Real
The Story
Thirty-four years. Top one percent. Every box checked. And still the wrong answer to the only question that mattered.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/ray-gage-unsupervised--6850470/support.
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Thirty four years in insurance, my own business top one percent in sales nationwide, dream house vehicles, vacations, country clubs. Every box the world hands you to check was checked. Every box I wanted to check was checked by every measure anyone uses to keep score. I had won. Then, in about an eight month window, three people that I knew well died unexpectedly. All of them were younger than me. They all died for different reasons. Each time it happened, I asked myself the same question, if my card gets pulled right now, am I doing what I want to be doing with my life?
Each time the answer was no,
hard stop. I want to be clear about something here, because it would be easy to hear that story and assume I'm about to tell you I was broken or lazy or doing it wrong. I wasn't. I built something real, I worked for it honestly, none of it was fake,
and it still wasn't enough to answer the only question that actually mattered. That's not a character flaw, that's not failure.
That's the economy of striving doing exactly what it was built to do. The finish line keeps moving because it was never real. It was never meant to be reached. It was meant to keep you running. Think about the people who look like they've crossed it, the ones with the money, the following the reach, the ones who, by every external measure have one. Are they resting or are they running harder than ever, protecting the position, growing their brand, still chasing something, even with nothing left to chase.
I used to think arrival was a place. Turns out it's a rumor everybody's heard and nobody's actually seen. Here's where it gets sneaky, because the mind is fast. The second you see this, the second you notice the finish line keeps moving, some part of you goes, Okay, So I'll stop caring about winning. That's not the exit, that's just the race wearing a robe. I want to be the kind of person who doesn't care about winning. Is still a finish line. It's just more spiritual looking than the last one. So why keep running towards something you already know isn't real.
For some of us, it's exhaustion. When we've been running long enough. Stopping feels more dangerous than continuing, At least in motion. There's the illusion of progress. For most of us, its identity Striving isn't something we do, it's who we are. Stop the striving, and the question becomes who am I? Without it? That question alone can keep the race going indefinitely for all of us. It's simpler than either exhaustion or identity. The ground is fertile and something is always there, pointing at the blank and offering to fill it.
So here's the question I'll leave you with. Don't answer it yet. What would you stop running toward if you already believed you were enough? Just let it sit there. The finish line was never the problem. The running wasn't either. It was the belief that you had to keep moving to be worth something. Sit with this.
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