Success is like a mirage. The closer you get to it, the faster it disappears.
Epiphany. Yes.
About half a year ago, I was depressed and suicidal and considered myself unworthy of everything. All I wanted that time was a glimpse of success, popularity. I was tired of worshipping my peers who did better than me. I wanted somebody to worship me. I wanted people to tell me that I'm awesome at what I do. I wanted to be popular. I wanted fans. Sounds shallow and uncouth, I know, but this is all you can expect from a 20 year old.
Or maybe, I am flawed.
Epiphany. Yes.
About half a year ago, I was depressed and suicidal and considered myself unworthy of everything. All I wanted that time was a glimpse of success, popularity. I was tired of worshipping my peers who did better than me. I wanted somebody to worship me. I wanted people to tell me that I'm awesome at what I do. I wanted to be popular. I wanted fans. Sounds shallow and uncouth, I know, but this is all you can expect from a 20 year old.
Or maybe, I am flawed.
What I am today is what I always wanted to be. And now that I'm here, I want to be somewhere else. A better place. The definition of success keeps escalating, apparently.
And in the midst of all this chasing dreams, there is pandemonium and paranoia and existential crisis.
Do I need all of this? Why can't I just be happy? Isn't life all about being grateful to everything, having a peace of mind?
Do I need all of this? Why can't I just be happy? Isn't life all about being grateful to everything, having a peace of mind?
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