A running person

The problem isn’t that I don’t enjoy things. It’s not that they lack excitement or meaning. It’s that I never give them enough time to grow on me.

This pattern shows up everywhere in my life—games, sports, skills, even communities. I get hyped before I even begin. The anticipation, the planning, the possibilities—they all feel amazing. But once I actually start, the excitement fades. Fast.

Sure, the first few hours are always thrilling. There’s that dopamine rush that makes me feel like I’ve found “the one.” But then, almost inevitably, I start wondering if there’s something better out there. Something new. Something that might finally hold my attention long-term.

I keep doing this. Over and over. Even when I know it’s a trap.

The truth is, most of the things I quit are actually fun. They're meaningful. They’re worth pursuing. But I don’t stick around long enough to see that side of them. I don’t give them the hundreds of hours they deserve. I never get past the phase where it gets boring, where progress is slow, and where showing up feels like a chore.

But what if I did?

What if I chose one thing and actually committed? What if, instead of jumping to the next shiny thing, I stayed put—even when it wasn't exciting? What would happen if I did that for months… for years?

Maybe that’s when the magic happens. Maybe real joy—real satisfaction—comes from depth, not novelty. From mastery, not just curiosity. Maybe the impossible things I dream about can only happen if I just stay.

So here’s the reminder I need today: stop chasing the next hit. Stick to one. Let it get boring. Let it get hard. Keep going anyway.

Because that’s where the beauty lives—just past the part where most people quit.