A mirage over the sea, illusion without shore,
ten thousand feet of towers propping up the sky.
One gust of wild wind and the whole city scatters —
then regathers, sometimes, as a wisp of blue smoke.
The goal as you’ve defined it is a proxy: the title for the respect, the number for the safety, the crowd for the warmth. Chase the reflection and you get wet, not moonlit. Name the real want beneath it and aim there directly.
Read the reflection: wanting the person, or the idea of being chosen — only one of them can love back. The fortune points at the real want beneath the reaching.
The purchase stands in for a feeling: chasing the reflection gets wet, not moonlit. The sign says fund the feeling directly and skip the middleman.
One of the two — the prestigious role, the actual work — is a reflection. The sign asks which, and the answer rearranges the aim.
Under today’s craving, write the real want in one sentence. Redirect the effort there.
