By the time you’ve caught up with something, it no longer holds interest. A moving target keeps you sharp–it keeps you engaged and moving.

Chasing after things is good and you’ll notice their good because they aren’t miles away, just a few blocks away. You can always rest or pace yourself, and you can even sleep on it. Your object of desire will still be there, in the morning, beckoning.

Sometimes, when you aren’t looking for it, it lands right in your hand, in October, as the leaves change and start to fall. In those instances you feel blessed. But face it: you are only interested for so long. Like finding shells on a beach. Un-hard won victories are your opportunities for rest, in preparation for those bigger chases.