When I look at the wake of projects in my life, I see a haphazard mess of incomplete intentions:

Several books I didn’t finish writing, many uncracked spines of books on my shelf, movies unseen, video games “I’ll get to,” house projects on my to-do list that haven’t budged, abandoned exercise challenges… the list keeps going.

While I’ve always had a problem focusing, constantly jumping from one venture to the next, I’ve always been able to hyperfocus on the latest obsession. It’s the contradiction I live out daily of constantly wondering when I’ll abandon the current thing for the next one.

It’s as if I’m circling a target, but never actually being able to see it clearly—or name it.

And here’s the crux upon which I finally realized what’s going on:

It is not a search for a venture, but a search for a complete understanding of who I am. My projects are incomplete because I don’t feel complete.

This is the real venture worth sticking to until the end.