It Was Always in the Swing

The Claret Jug gleamed under the lights. Scottie Scheffler, one of the world's best golfers, had just conquered the Open Championship. Thousands cheered. Millions watched. And in that moment of supreme achievement, he felt the rush, the culmination of a lifetime's work.

"It feels like you work your whole life to celebrate winning a tournament for a few minutes," he would later confess to reporters. "It only lasts a few minutes, that kind of euphoric feeling."

The man who worked his entire life to reach golf's pinnacle discovered what the Yogis always knew. The sweetness is not in the trophy. It's in the swing.

Scheffler's confession reveals our collective delusion about success. "This is not a fulfilling life," he admitted, speaking of professional golf. "It's fulfilling from the sense of accomplishment, but it's not fulfilling from the deepest places of your heart."

Here stands a man who achieved everything he dreamed of, only to ask: "What's the point?"