Losing ambition is a slow loss of yourself. Without it, every choice feels arbitrary, every achievement fleeting. You start to question why you’re even moving, or worse, if you should move at all. The energy that once carried you forward turns inward, leaving doubt and restlessness in its place.
Defining ambition as a compass is a great way of viewing it. I feel like mine got smashed into a thousand pieces some time ago. I’m still trying to find my way again - not rushing, just trying to orient myself.