The Pace of Life
“Comparison is the thief of Joy.” Theodore Roosevelt
It seems as if the moment we are born, we are put on a timeline, a program of sorts. School, work, love, marriage, kids, retirement. In that order, with other scrapbook moments sprinkled in between. And the moment we see a friend or a peer achieve something that we haven’t yet, we are meant to feel like we’re behind.
It’s harmful. Unhealthy.
If a friend buys a home, gets married, sells their company, we can’t — I can’t — compare ourselves, because our life has its own timeline and we have got to celebrate that.
It’s my observation that some people may want that template of a life. Predetermined milestones to strive for. But for those who want to really break free a bit, unhinge,
You can.
We can.
At birth, we are swept into the belly of the river of life, and as we age the pace of our float differs from our peers. Some of us will ride the current, others will stroke against it, some desperately will swim for the banks.
I am swimming. Somedays against the current, others reaching for a dock to climb onto the bank through. I feel this pressure: I am meant to be in a steady career. I should probably be living on my own, maybe sharing an apartment with a close friend. In a relationship…
