Why does it feel like we are always chasing the next goal? Like a donkey chasing the carrot that keeps getting further and further from us? Why does it feel like we have to prove that we are “worthy” to be alive and to exist? Why do many of us feel we have to show up for others as some refined/carefully curated version of ourselves?
What I can say is, I don’t enjoy that kind of pressure. I like being able to go for a walk and think about how I am a part of the forest and this weird universe, whether I am deemed “productive” by someone else’s yardstick, or not. It’s exhausting feeling like I am in a crowd going the wrong way, and I am trying to run the other direction, while watching everyone else fall off the cliff. Why should I follow?
Too many of the things I thought were “the way to do things” have turned out to be someone else’s idea/limited view of how life should pan out. And too many times, I tried to fit into the role of the “somebody” I was trying to play.
The funny thing about a bunch of detours, is the people around you seem to think you are lost What if you were just following the signs while the main road was being repaired?
The Sunflower and The Cashier 
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