The Same Race

 Many years ago, I had an idea of what my life would look like. The images of where I would live, what the love of my life would be doing professionally, what I’d be doing professionally, how many kids i’d have,  who would be my best friend, etc. At the time, I thought I had been focusing on the perfect set of goals. Now, I see those “perfect set of goals” were illusions, or delusions; it all depends which lense i’m looking through. 

One of the most paralyzing things in life has been telling myself I should be living a certain way, but i’m not. I should be doing this right now, but i’m not. I should have this right now, but I don’t. I asked myself “but why aren’t I?” so many times, it then triggered the questions; “what is wrong with me? Why am I not where i’m suppose to be? Am I not good enough? Are people who want all these things for me disappointed in me?” What i’ve realized though, the track of life is not the same race for everyone. 

I started writing this blog based on my residential moves and their parallel to the movement of life. Everyone has a story, and whether different or the same, we can all relate to the movement of life. Think about it, the movement of life. It moves fast, slow, stagnant, and wildly. 

With that being said, i’m posing this question. When do we decide what is expected of us on the scripted, syllabus of life, doesn’t matter?