It hit me at 3:42pm on a Wednesday.

I had just checked Twitter, again.

Refreshed my email, again.

Scrolled, again.

No reason. Just... friction.

Somewhere in my chest.

That invisible itch we all pretend isn’t running the show.

And then I realized:

I didn’t want a result.

I wanted the hit of pursuit.

The chase was my drug.

And the addiction was masked as “ambition.”

That was the moment I saw it:

Success without stillness is still suffering.

You’re just moving faster.

So I stopped.

Not forever.

Just enough to detox.

Enough to feel my own breath.

Enough to hear my own thoughts again.

If you’ve been chasing something lately…

Ask yourself:

Are you chasing clarity?

Or just trying not to feel empty?

Because there’s nothing wrong with hunger.

But if your stomach’s never full,

the meal isn’t the problem.

Your wiring is.

You can rewire.

I did.

It starts with silence.

Feel like the chase has its grip on you?

Reply “pause” and we can talk about it.

Or forward this to someone who’s been living on autopilot — they’ll thank you for it.

—Justin