Middle age is catching up to me, I believe
I wonder when I would be able to achieve
That “something” in my life that would raise
My standing in my own eyes, let me garner praise
From my inner critic, that keeps telling me
To constantly improve, does not let me be
Complacent, or content with what I do
I keep trying hard, but never seem to
Reach a place where I could rest and say
I’ve done enough, I should call it a day…
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As much as I want to feel like I’ve arrived
I simultaneously fear I would lose my drive
Once I get to a place of comfort in my skin
Striving to be better is what I have believed in
My inner critic changes the goal post constantly
Thus what would count as success, I never see..
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Neither have I managed to impress myself, nor have I
Allowed myself to stagnate, or my dreams to die
With this in mind, let me move from day to day
I have not arrived, but I’m on my way..
Passion...unbridled 
Reminds me of _The Infinite Game_ by Simon Sinek, and the general idea that we never really arrive; the point of the game is to keep playing, and just get better and better along the way. 😉
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