The idea of reaching somewhere

There was a time in my life when I was fascinated by reaching somewhere, somewhere better than where I was at that moment. So, I was always relentless, restless, running, chasing one particular goal which I thought would make me happier. I had reached several times at my preconceived destinations, but to my utter surprise, I didn't feel happier than I was. I didn't feel as if I had become something more than I was before.