Sometimes it looks as if everybody has a better, more interesting life than you.

You watch people passing by and it’s totally obvious.

The old guy with the sunglasses who’s in no hurry seems wise and content.

The couple on the motorcycle are deeply in love.

The two women laughing out loud are best friends, for sure, on their way to an unforgettable sunny afternoon.

The kid running away from her granny is filled with joy and hasn’t got a single worry in the world.

There’s the man proudly walking a dog that adores him.

Three girls on bicycles cheerfully sing a song you vaguely know.

Two best mates are having an intimate conversation, walking shoulder to shoulder.

And there’s the guy in the Porsche with his arm hanging out of the window, who is, well, a guy in a Porsche.

Every single person seems to be thrilled and full of energy, on their way to something important or fun, making the best of their lives.

Everybody’s going somewhere.

Except you.

You feel like you’re wasting your life.

Like you’re throwing away handfuls of time you’ll never get back.

There’s the world, gloriously engaged in important and valuable things, and there’s you.

And you feel miserable and guilty.

At least for a while.

Because somewhere along the line you forget to feed the misery.

You get distracted, you wake up, you get up, and you’re back again.

Maybe your life is not the stuff that books and movies are made of.

Maybe it’s nothing spectacular and maybe it won’t inspire a nation.

But the tiniest bit of love and excitement and curiosity is all it takes to get going again.

A rich life is always lived from within.

Shitty moods and dark ideas about the future will wash away.

And you’ll definitely forget that (because we always do), but you’ll also remember.

Even if it’s just by a stupid little blog.

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