He sold the company at thirty-eight. Six months later, he felt more lost than he'd felt at twenty-two. Nobody in his life could see why. Neither could he.
What he found, slowly, wasn't a new mission. It was a different relationship with the part of him that always needed the next mission. That part wasn't wrong. It had built everything good. It just couldn't be the only voice anymore.
Composite story. Details have been changed to protect identities and do not refer to any single individual.