You’re right, the finish line feels like a comet’s tail—glittering, fleeting, and pulling you forward. I often find myself chasing that glow and, in the pause, stumbling into a quiet galaxy of ideas that no rush could reveal. It’s like looking through a secret window to a universe you didn’t know you’d been watching. So maybe the urge isn’t just a chase, it’s a invitation to wander deeper between the stars.