The Illusion of More

He left the castle thinking he was missing out.
Everyone out there seemed to be living
fast, wild, shining with something he didn’t have.
He thought happiness was in the motion
in the chase, the noise, the newness.

He told himself stillness was boredom,
and peace was just what people settled for.
So he ran
into cities that never slept,
into people who burned bright and disappeared,
into moments that felt full but left him empty.

He found love that came with fireworks,
and left with ashes.
He found laughter that faded
when the music stopped.

And still, he kept searching
thinking maybe the next thrill,
the next face,
the next “more”
would finally fill the silence he carried inside.

But motion can’t heal what stillness once did.
It only keeps you from hearing
your heart trying to speak.

One day he stopped running.
The noise around him fell quiet,
and he remembered the castle
the one he left,
where peace didn’t need to be chased,
where love didn’t demand proof.

When he returned, he saw it clearly
He wasn’t missing anything.
He just couldn’t see it before.

The real treasure was never out there
it was in the stillness,
in the quiet love that has waited
long after he left.

He went chasing chaos,
and found peace
right where he began,

In the castle he once left.