Yes, but here’s the trick: No one will be sitting around at the end of your life with a checklist of what you should have accomplished.
While there’s a gratification to pushing yourself and your limits, there is also gratification to be found in just being. In enjoying where you are and what you have.
Slow progress is still progress. The ability to do amazing in bursts doesn’t mean that you can keep up that effort/quality constantly, which is what many “normies” and authority figures when you’re young seem to miss.
You’re the one who gets to choose what you try to compete at, and the older I get the more comfortable I am with just competing against my own self. Myself a day ago, a month ago, a few years ago.
Yes, but here’s the trick: No one will be sitting around at the end of your life with a checklist of what you should have accomplished.
While there’s a gratification to pushing yourself and your limits, there is also gratification to be found in just being. In enjoying where you are and what you have.
Slow progress is still progress. The ability to do amazing in bursts doesn’t mean that you can keep up that effort/quality constantly, which is what many “normies” and authority figures when you’re young seem to miss.
You’re the one who gets to choose what you try to compete at, and the older I get the more comfortable I am with just competing against my own self. Myself a day ago, a month ago, a few years ago.
That’s comforting. Counter point: I’m slowly being priced-out of being able to afford living.
Anubis smirking from the underworld with a feather and some scales