The Pull Toward More

On the unseen force that shapes our posture

There’s a moment I keep finding myself in.

Things finally slow down, not because life is calm, but because I’m done completing the task that needed to be done in that moment. And almost automatically, I feel the need to reach for more. I start exploring ways to further myself: more money, a better body, a fancier home, a more luxurious lifestyle.

As I’ve grown older, I’ve learned not to compare myself to others. But even when I’m not consciously comparing, something still happens inside me. I feel pressure. Not panic or fear. Pressure. And only now I’ve started to realize how to describe it.

Pressure feels like a pull toward more — more money, more status, more comfort, more validation.

And it’s not always loud. Sometimes it’s subtle enough that I don’t even recognize it as pressure. It just feels like motivation. Like ambition. Like discipline. But it isn’t neutral either because this kind of pressure doesn’t just exist around me. It does something to me. It pulls. And that pull is strengthened by everything around me, especially when I pick up my phone. It’s strengthened through a kind of inconspicuous noise. It’s all constant input from the world, social media, podcasts, YouTube, content. It’s persuasive and it’s not just information, it shapes my desire.

And when I’m surrounded by that kind of noise, I start doing what I’ve always done, I react and press forward. I tighten my grip and try to get ahead of life. And it’s in that reaction that I feel relief, at least for a moment.

But I’ve noticed something about this pattern however, every reaction creates another pull. Another reason to keep going. Another standard to reach. And I find myself in the same cycle again and again, a cycle of push and pull. I push forward to relieve pressure. And then the pressure returns. So I push again.

For most of my adult life, this has been my normal. And the complicated part is there have been real “wins” in it. At least wins in a worldly sense like financial stability, a big house, a fancy car, validation, recognition.

But the longer I live this way, the more I’m seeing what it costs. Because those wins are often accompanied by losses that don’t show up immediately.

I’ve noticed these losses show up slowly, in the form of relationship deterioration. Not every relationship though, just the ones that mean the most. And in finally noticing it, I’ve been learning to slow down and stop reacting so quickly. I’m learning to sit in the pressure long enough to understand what it’s actually doing. Because the pressure doesn’t only pull me toward something I feel like I need. It also pulls me away from the things I’ve already been given.

And what’s hard is that I didn’t always see it while it was happening. You don’t always notice relational deterioration in real time, at least not when you’re busy and building, not when you’re chasing what seems like progress. It shows up later in distance, in less warmth, in conversations that get shorter. You can feel that you’re present physically, but not emotionally. And when I find myself trying to mend those fractured relationships, I can’t help but ask myself what I could have done differently.

But for me to do something differently, something deeper has to change. Because when pressure affects me, reaction is my default.

So the other option isn’t to numb myself to pressure or manage it harder. It’s to be led through it instead. And in acknowledging this I’ve realized I haven’t always had the agency to do that.

Or maybe a better way to put it, I’ve lacked inner clarity. Because being led assumes there is something within that can lead me, something that helps me pause, discern, choose, and stay grounded while pressure pulls.

And I think I’ve lived long stretches of my adult life without that agency. Not because I didn’t want it, but because the noise of the world has dulled it. And that “it,” I’ve come to realize, is my spirit.

When my spirit is dulled, reacting feels like the only option. I move from pressure to pressure. And without really noticing it, my reactions begin to align with what the world expects of me, more output, more progress, more proof.

On paper, it can look like success. But I’ve already seen the cost. And the cost of this kind of success is too high because I’ve traded away things I can’t replace for things I can always chase.

I’ve traded away relationships I’ve been blessed with, relationships I didn’t earn, but were given to me, all for a level of success that is never really satisfied.

And I don’t want to keep doing that.

So moving forward, I think I have to make a commitment. Not to stop being responsible. Not to stop being driven. Not to stop building. But to stop being directed by pressure and to learn how to be led through it instead.

Led in a way that helps me walk through pressure without sacrificing what matters most. Led in a way that keeps me from ruining the very things I’ve been blessed with. The things I didn’t create on my own. The things I’m meant to protect.

I’ve come to see that the issue isn’t just pressure from the world. It’s what pressure does to my inner life. I can acknowledge now that the noise of the world dulls my spirit. And when my spirit is dulled, I lose my compass, I lose the internal clarity that helps me move with discernment. I lose the ability to be led, and I default back to reacting.

Through all of this, I’ve been thinking about what it would actually mean to recover that agency, the ability to be led.

And the simplest way I can describe it is this:

My spirit needs strengthening and renewal the way a compass needs calibration.

If the compass is off, even slightly, you can still move. You can still make progress. But you won’t move in the right direction. And over time, the drift becomes expensive.

I’ve learned that Scripture doesn’t treat renewal as something occasional. It speaks of renewal as daily. And that’s the part that confronts me. It’s probably because I’ve lived as if spiritual reorientation is something I can do when things finally slow down.

But the truth is things don’t slow down. The world doesn’t slow down. So renewal can’t depend on the pace of life. It has to be a daily return.

What does that look like in my own life? For me, it starts with the Word. Not as information, not as content, but as orientation. As something that restores what noise erodes. The Word re-grounds me. It clears the fog. It recalibrates what I’m calling important. It strengthens my spirit. And in that daily renewal, I can feel my posture being reoriented away from what the world pressures me to pursue, and back toward what I’m actually here for. To love God. To love people. To live with faithfulness. To extend His kingdom in quiet ways that don’t get rewarded by attention.

This is my true purpose. And when my spirit is renewed, I remember it. When my spirit is dulled, I forget it and I start chasing again.

So I don’t think the goal is to eliminate the pressure of the world from my life. I think the goal is to stop reacting to it. To become the kind of person who can walk through pressure and stay directed, not by my own willpower, but by the renewal of my mind and spirit. Daily.