I am young.
And maybe because I’m young,
I always feel like I have to run.
No one tells me directly that I must run.
But everything around me whispers it.
My friends are running.
People online are running.
The successful are running.
Even those who fail are running.
And I…
I don’t know what else to do
except run along with them.
I run because I’m afraid of falling behind.
Afraid of being less.
Afraid of not being good enough, fast enough, impressive enough.
I run because I don’t know what I want.
But I know that if I stand still,
I’ll be left behind.
Some days, I open social media and see:
someone succeeding at twenty,
someone buying a house at twentyfive,
someone starting a company at eighteen,
someone traveling the world,
someone with the perfect body,
someone with the perfect partner.
I know it’s only part of the truth.
But I still feel like I’m losing.
I know I shouldn’t compare.
But I still compare.
I know I should live my own life.
But I don’t know what my life is supposed to be.
People ask me:
“What do you want for your future?”
I smile.
Not because I know.
But because I don’t know how to answer.
Once, I tried stopping.
I turned off social media.
No news.
No success stories.
No highlight reels of other people’s lives.
I thought I would feel lighter.
Instead, I felt empty.
So empty it scared me.
Because when I’m not running,
I have to face myself.
And I’m not sure I’m ready for that.
There are nights I lie in bed staring at the ceiling, asking:
“Why am I this tired?”
“Why can’t I stop?”
“Why don’t I know what I want?”
And I answer myself:
“Because I’m young.”
“Because I haven’t found my path.”
“Because I’m afraid of standing still.”
One afternoon, I sat in a café watching people pass by.
Everyone looked busy.
Everyone looked purposeful.
Everyone looked like they knew what they were doing.
I watched them and wondered:
“Maybe they’re just like me —
running because they don’t know what else to do.”
I don’t know.
But I know one thing:
I’m not running toward anything.
I’m running because I haven’t found my way yet.
And sometimes,
just having someone understand that
is enough to make me feel
a little less lost.

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