I think sometimes
The unrelenting desire to succeed
Drive and ambition

So applauded in our society

Is caused by
Certain feelings of inner deficiency

A hope
That maybe
Once enough has been accomplished
That hole will be filled
By the fruit of our labor

Seeking meaning externally
When there is still
Work to be done internally

Six figure salaries
And nice cars
A beautiful home

But there’s no meaning
In empty items

Our desire to be seen
Is simply replaced
By another desire
To showcase all we own

As though things mean anything at all

And maybe
We can pretend
That success and riches
Are enough

But sooner or later
The veil is removed
Only for nothing to be underneath

Like a mirage in the desert
The image we saw
Was a trick of the mind

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