You dont desire it.
And thats how it feels.
Nothing is ever sufficient. Theres always some flaw, in yourself, or in your vehicle, or your day, and its just … youre never content. You keep at it, always attempting, and always failing.
Absolutely nothing suffices. Youre never sufficient (this is my Saturn talking, trining my Venus by sign). Theres constantly someone better than you, * always *, and youll keep working to be better, and youll stop working at satisfying your own expectations.
This isnt about anybody in my life other than me. Its not directed at any individual aside from myself.