That is such a black-and-white way of living. Their life is a life of endless escapes. It’s a curse they live with. On the surface, living your life with a mindset of “grass is greener on the other side” may look like confidence, ambition, and a refusal to settle. But the truth is, it’s not freedom; it’s a prison disguised as choice.
Narcissists are trapped in an endless loop. They move from one partner to another, from one job to another, from one dream to another. But every time the pattern repeats, the problem is them; they’re the common denominator. The initial high, the rush of newness, the intoxication of the idealized fantasy, and then the crash—the same disappointment, the same emptiness, the same haunting need to escape to chase yet another illusion.
You and I both know they do not actually find better; they find different. And different feels exciting for a while. It gives them the illusion of progress, the illusion of change. But different isn’t always the answer; neither is it better. Different is just unfamiliar.
And when the newness fades, when reality settles in, they find themselves standing in the same place: unsatisfied and still aching with the void they so desperately tried to outrun. In their desperate chase for better, they destroy what was already good. They burn bridges that did not need burning. They walk away from love that could have been nurtured, from stability that could have grounded them, from relationships that could have grown into something meaningful had they been brave enough to face their own demons and stay.
But they aren’t brave; they’re cowards. Staying means facing their own insecurities. It means accepting imperfections—both their own and those of others. It means giving up the fantasy and confronting reality, the very thing they fear most. So they run again and again, leaving behind a trail of broken people, lost opportunities, and the kind of love that only grows when watered, tended, and allowed to deepen over time.
They have zero patience for any of this. Every time they move on, they believe the problem was the soil, never realizing it was their refusal to stay long enough to let anything grow deep within and without. That is the curse of the “grass is greener” syndrome—not a life of freedom, but a life of endless escapes where nothing is ever enough because they are never enough for themselves.
