Too many people become addicted to the idea that life will be perfect when they reach a specific goal. And as result, they put all their energy and focus into getting there... often to the detriment of their everyday life NOW.
But what happens when you reach your goal, and find out you're the same person, with the same fears and insecurities when you get there? Or that the goalposts have changed along the way, and there's a new, bigger goal to strive for?