One step at a time

All those fancy topics we used to discuss like "imposter syndrome," "mid-life crisis, blah blah" could never hit harder than an actual incident, directly slamming at our faces, no matter how small it may be.

Despite reminding ourselves how everybody on earth operates with their own clock rhythm, suppressing the insecurities we acquire from comparing our achievements and failures with others, there comes a time when we want to smash our own clocks for being so incompetent.

We often say, "Slow and steady wins the race." But when things become excessively steady, we start feeling the lack of enthusiasm in our daily lives. Our run-of-the-mill tasks become boring, and our daily conversations turn meaningless. What am I living for? Humanity? Society? My family? Or is it even for my very self?

The moment we begin second-guessing the path we've chosen, we fall into an endless pit of despair.

"Are we working to live or living to work?" I tried to ponder this chicken and egg thought. What is the purpose? What are we hoping to achieve as an end result?

But all these thoughts are mere debates between our conscious and unconscious minds. Trying to solve the mysteries of our real intentions is sometimes less meaningful than getting a good night's sleep.

Yes, at last, I dropped all these freaking thoughts before my arse fell into the pit of despair again.

No matter the purpose, no matter how content I am with the current situations, no matter what the final result will be, I just need to move a step closer to anything, even if the goal I am trying to reach is just a mere illusion.

Alright, mate. Sleep tight, and let's take another step tomorrow. One step at a time, huh!