I have always compared myself to others. Furthermore, I have always beaten myself up for the way I am. I know, it seems rather ungrateful when I can’t see the beauty in my own life. The privilege I have in comparison to others who might be actually suffering. Which is why I try and snap out of it as soon as possible.
To put it as clearly as I can, I look at other people’s lives and wonder why they have everything figured out, why they can count their dreams like 1, 2, 3, yet I have no idea. My life isn’t harder or easier, but it feels to me like it’s hazed. I have heard of all of my counterparts from school achieve scholarships, their dream courses, start their first year of university and their new chapter. My new chapter in comparison to theirs is much more monotonous. Yes, there are pros and there are cons to my situations, just as there are to theirs. Some part of me just feels like it is missing out on this universal blueprint to be happy, that everyone seems to follow. I guess university and the conventional way of living, is more of a guarantee, whereas any other way of living, is looked down upon, uncertain. At least that is what I have always thought.
I don’t know, world. I don’t know anything. I don’t urge to know, but why does everyone else know? I have a part time job, have the tiniest amount of responsibilities my mum will give me (thank you), but I don’t know.