As kids, or even as adults (who have found new wisdom) we are conditioned to run after things we only think we aspire for. A race that is marked by sheer pressure. A race to win. A race to be the competent one. A race for the righteous and the race to prove one’s stance.
But, I hardly come across anyone who is actually in the race to be content; satisfied and happy.
We’re making the same mistake that we probably promised ourselves we wouldn’t make.
And that is, being governed by someone else’s directions for a journey that is yours, and only yours to tread.
So what if they think you’re not the best. At least you’re trying.
So what if you aren’t the one enlightening the world. At least you’re trying to enlighten yourself.
So what if your dreams don’t match what they expect of you. At least those dreams are your own to realise.
Easier said than done I know. But this one’s actually for me. Because I’m tired of notifying myself of this exact thought.
I’m weary of wanting to feel free. If only I could give anything in the world to know what it’s like to not care. At all.