13/365
Day 13 of 365
We can live in the same street and still have different lives.
We tend to assume we know someone only because we talked to them once or twice.
We assume we understand someone because we've been in a situation they're in, when in fact, we know nothing.
Isn't it fascinating how each and everyone of us has our own world? A world wherein we see everything differently. A world wherein I'm in love with the skies, while others look at it with despise.
When you sit beside a person, you feel a different vibe compare to when you sit beside another. I'd like to think that it's because of these "worlds" we have, they were all built unalike.
During the first few weeks of online classes, we were tasked to do a road map. A map that shows how we imagine our lives to be years from now.
I have a close friend that shares the same dream as mine. We both want to enter med school, travel the world and then marry the love of our lives. I compared my road map to hers. We shared the same dream, but why are the paths we've drawn so different?
That's simply because we had different reasons, different purpose.
One day, we'll come to a point where we'll look back to the trail we've left only to see how far we've come. We either sigh in contentment or feel the urge to go further.
Do you know what we shouldn't do? Compare.
"Comparison is the thief of joy," they say.
Only because you're in the same spot doesn't mean you're standing with the same pair of shoes, some would even stand there bare foot.
Never compare your paths. Someone's ending could just be your beginning.
What does those maps taught me?
To never base my success off of someone else's.
It's okay if you've barely started when they finish. Life is not a race we should be rushing about.
There's no timeline, there's no map. Only you and your dreams on both ends of a gap.
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