I used to be addicted to the rush of [epiphanies/triumph/flow state/etc.] but they always faded away, and were always replaced by two timeless needs: the need for discipline, and the need for strategy.
Now, as I continue to embrace those two “unsexy” qualities, I realize that the feel-good rush I used to crave was only half of the coin, and beneath all the suffering and triumph, all the pleasure and pain, I can tap into something harmonious, if I only humble myself to accept it through all conduits.
I’m not sure if it’s even a real thing. But if it is I’d rather leave it nameless and faceless; that seems the best way to respect and channel it.