More Is Not Better, More Is Just More

I sat with someone yesterday whose whole goal for the next quarter was to do more than the one before.

More revenue.

More output.

More reach.

More.

And I nodded, I listened but inside, something felt off.

I started thinking about the compounding weight of more.

More quarter over quarter.

More year over year.

More, decade after decade.

What does more look like in 20 years?

What does more cost in 40?

What does it take from us?

From our families?

Our health?

Our joy?

Our souls?

Because when I look around, at the sacred spaces we hold…home, community, church, work…I’m not sure this relentless chase for more is making things better.

I actually think, in many ways, it’s making things worse.

We are exhausted.

Disconnected.

Busy beyond belief but starving for meaning.

And yet, we keep going.

Keep climbing.

Keep pressing.

For more.

We make more a sacred chase. One not to question.

But I’m starting to question.

What if more isn’t the answer?

What if we got it wrong?

What if we’ve been measuring growth by the wrong measuring stick?

More might build empires.

But does it build integrity?

Does it build character?

Does it build peace?

More might impress the world.

But does it heal us?

Does it hold space for rest?

For margin?

For laughter?

Maybe, just maybe, more is not better.

Maybe, just maybe, more is just… more.

Maybe we pause right here.

Shatter the belief that the only way forward is upward to an infinite more.

Maybe we trade in more for meaningful.

Maybe we return to why we’re building in the first place.

Maybe we ask:

Is this thing I’m building building me back?

Is it shaping me into someone I want to be?

Is it drawing me closer to God?

To others?

To myself?

I want to live a life not based on accumulation. I want a life on purpose. I want to build things that last, not just things that satisfy this idea of more

I want depth over width.

I want divine over material.

I long for a life that feels good on the inside, not just one that looks good on the outside.

Because at the end of the day, more won’t hold me. More won’t love me. More won’t know me.

Presence does that.

Purpose does that.

Peace does that.

So no, more is not always better.

More is just more.

Well 🤔Unless we’re talking about sunsets or plane tickets. In that case… maybe just a little more. 😉