It’s hard not to feel like a failure when I see success all around me.
A younger version of me would have been bitter and jealous. But I’ve grown tired of carrying around my anger.
I can be happy for other people and still mourn where I’m at on my own path.
I always feel a little behind my peers.
And it’s true, social media tends to be biased toward the happy things. People want to show off what makes them look good and hide what doesn’t.
Maybe being honest about the ugly parts of my life makes me look messier.
Or maybe my life is actually just messy.
So tonight, instead of being bitter, angry, or jealous…
I’m just a little bit sad.
Not because I don’t believe things will get better, because they will. But while I watch the people I grew up with, and the people I’ve gotten to know, share their achievements with a smile, I can’t help but feel like I’m still…
Motionless.
Not going backwards, but not moving forward the way I’d like either.
Just…
still.