hangin' in there

Even if we become an amazing success, we'll still hang in there for more and more. Is there such thing as ultimate happiness?
Asking myself this question the other day i stumbled upon the fact that we as humans must always strive.
Strive for more, strive for better. It is built inside of our inner selves to search more and dig deeper. I sound like some shit i read in a book once.
As the days go by, i become more and more deep in this hole that i so wish i could jump out of. There isn't a moment that goes by that isn't an opportunity to jump out, and I do understand that prolonging this eventual resurrection only means more work and more effort, all of which i am ready to leave behind me and move on forth. But what that all means is that a certain type of effort, an effort that does not exist within me and does not seem to be growing out of me, needs to be nourished out of something that doesn't even exist.
It seems all my realizations and all my epiphanies have been realized, yet i still do not move - i do not progress, i'm waiting for this rocket to launch, i'm waiting for this bomb to explode.