The world is too fast: Trying to cope up with the world.

Happy Saturday!

This week passed by way too fast! And it’s Saturday already. Speaking of fast, Don’t you sometimes feel that the world’s moving too fast? That everyone except you is racing ahead? I feel like that every once in a while.

I’m a very competitive person who always wants to be in limelight, always on top. Whether it’s school, sports, arts or anything. I can’t bear the thought of not being on the podium. I made a confession.

Recently, the world’s been a bit too much for me. Not only for me, basically everyone, even you who’s reading it. I’ve picked up so many new things, but I just don’t know if I’m supposed to be proud about it or feel like an idiot because someone has already done it before me. My crackhead brain just doesn’t understand the fact. Well, until recently.

Someone has already read that book before me; someone has already written that; they’ve scored better than me; if only I couldve done that too– I have myself to blame and someone else to cry about it. Don’t call it jealousy, just don’t. I’d like to call it motivation that is uncalled for. {okay, okay. I did that to make myself feel better about me being jealous 🙆‍♀️.}

What I didn’t see before is that comparing ourselves to others actually gives motivation. Children ask their parents not to compare them to some other kid who is ‘doing better’. Now I see it. I guess we actually somehow take it to heart and try to impress our parents. Motivation, just not in the way we want it.

You see your friend’s scoring well, maybe better than you; another friend who can sing or draw better than you. Then you’ll have a small question somewhere in that corner of your heart, “what do they have that I don’t? “. Honestly, the number of times I’ve asked this question to myself is UNHEALTHY.

I guess age brings deeper thoughts to us. I feel quite older than I was the past year. It’s silly. But I’ve started thinking a lot, about things, lately. I’ve {kind of} understood that there is no point in trying to find someone else in ourselves. If we do, then there is no point in being us.

And we don’t have to do something that no one has done before. My brain got this fact inside itself only a few weeks ago. I always tried to invent some new thing and become the first person to do and blah blah stuff. Stupid right? Keeping my stupidity aside, I just wanted to say that as long as we find what we’re doing, new and exciting, we don’t actually need to worry about the world. I write because I fall in love with it everytime i pick up my pen and notebook.

I’m still overwhelmed with the world though.

do you have such opinions about the world too? What do you do? Feel free to drop a message to my mailbox divyagunnabathula@gmail.com or leave it in the comments!

Tschüss.

That’s the only word I know in German.

Love,

Divi🖤.

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