Holy crap, I’m tired right now; I’m tapped out from running. We made a new distance record today, but I’ll save that entry for tomorrow.
You know, it almost scares me that August is just about over and done with. Time is relentless. Psychologically, it seems like it’s gaining momentum as I’m getting older. Thing is, I’m still quite young. I can only imagine that time will seem like the blink of an eye when I become really really old.
I’m now 25 years old. I’m still in the process of sloughing off the old shells of the past, and I know I’ll be doing that for a while to come. Yeah, the law may consider me an adult, but I know deep down inside that I’m just not there yet: I still feel like a kid. I think that I’m OK with that. Let’s be honest. I don’t know if I’m in the right career field. I’m doing what I’m doing because I’m OK at doing it and it’s allows me to earn resources to explore what I want. Some days I almost don’t know who I am–those days are rough. Thing is, with regards to these types of feelings, I know I’m not the only one: I know I’m not alone.
I know some people my age seem like they’ve got their life together. Some are truly in a good state, while others are just putting up a front. Whatever the case though, why should I compare myself to these other people? I know it’s sometimes inevitable to look over at your neighbour and envy their stuff. Still, no one’s circumstances are ever the same. I don’t know the details of how anyone got to where they are. All I have knowledge of is my own state–and even that knowledge is shaky at best. As such, trying to compare is a futile exercise, no? This is why I think the whole self-realization process is so damn important. If it’s going slowly…well, that’s the way it is. All that matters, I guess, is that I’m making the effort.
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