I spent years and years comparing myself against imaginary milestones, putting off my happiness for some constantly shifting goal instead of focusing on trying to cultivate daily moment to moment experiences that make me happy.
I had a recent shro trip that really gave me perspective for how much of my life I've spent just being anxious, thinking I couldn't be happy because I wasn't living the /right/ life.
There is no /right/ life. And you don't one day reach an expiration date on fullfilment.
Idk if I’m just hopelessly naive or what, I’ve never compared myself to others or pinned happiness on some sort of life timeline. I like the Porsche 911 gt3 but I’ll never have one but that doesn’t make me sad or depressed. Many people further up the corporate ladder at my job are younger than me but it doesn’t bother me for some reason. Again, maybe I’m just naive in a blessed way.
I spent years and years comparing myself against imaginary milestones, putting off my happiness for some constantly shifting goal instead of focusing on trying to cultivate daily moment to moment experiences that make me happy.
I had a recent shro trip that really gave me perspective for how much of my life I've spent just being anxious, thinking I couldn't be happy because I wasn't living the /right/ life.
There is no /right/ life. And you don't one day reach an expiration date on fullfilment.