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I am at a place in life where things are moving fast, not for me, but for the people around me. 

My life is pretty routine. It's like living the same day over and over again. No excitement, no surprises, no drama, no trauma. I am not proud, but I have gotten so comfortable in this sad little routine that I now call my life that it takes me a substantial amount of time to assimilate if something out of the ordinary happens. 

I am all for, you do you, and you do you at your own pace. But it's hard to do you when everyone else around has moved on to bigger things and bigger problems, while you're just sitting there clueless, trying to relate, somehow just trying to find the right words to say the right thing. 

I know it happens when it happens, I know it all, but I still think that it royally sucks that I am not at par with the people I shared every part of my life. 

I mean, I still sometimes have petty problems. I am still struggling with things that I used to. Though, now I know how to handle them better. Nonetheless, it will still be nice to cry for help once in a while. 

In all fairness, no one ever turned down the help. I think I am too embarrassed in my head to bother people with my problems anymore because I feel I didn't mature as much as they did. My life is still at 90 while their's did a solid 180. So it's hard to go to people with your half-ass problems when you have this level of self-awareness. 

Despite all the wisdom and intense degree of self-cognizance, I think there's still going to be times when you'll have no control over things. As hard as you may try to defy, things do happen at their own pace. And till mature problems strike, why not ace the petty ones. 





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