Not in a Race. Not Feeling Left Behind. Just Living My Own Damn Life.

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 People often say it hurts to see others succeed — especially when they believe they have the same capabilities but aren’t “winning.”

I don’t feel that way. Not even close.

I don’t feel the need to measure my life against someone else’s timeline. I don’t look at someone doing well and think, “Why not me?” I think, “Good for them.” That’s it. No insecurity. No secret jealousy. Just peace.

Because I’m not in a race.


I don’t wake up trying to “beat” anyone. I don’t want their life. I want mine — whatever that looks like. For me, it’s not about winning or losing. It’s about living. Creating. Experiencing. Learning. And doing it all on my terms.

I believe in energy. In the law of attraction. In the idea that what I focus on, I attract. So if I sit in jealousy, I attract lack. If I celebrate others, I stay aligned with abundance.

I take full ownership of where I am. The good, the bad, the detours — it’s all mine. And I’m not ashamed of any of it.


I’m not here to chase validation or to feel threatened by someone else’s spotlight. I’m here to write my own story. At my pace. In my way.

It’s easy to get caught up in the noise — scrolling through success stories, feeling behind. But the truth is, you're not behind. You’re just on a different road. A different journey. And it’s okay.

So no, I don’t feel bad when others succeed.

Because I know who I am.
I know what I bring to the table.
And I trust that what’s mine is on its way.


It’s easy to get caught up in the noise — scrolling through success stories, feeling behind. But the truth is, you're not behind. You’re just on a different road. A different journey. And it’s okay.

So no, I don’t feel bad when others succeed.

Because I know who I am.
I know what I bring to the table.
And I trust that what’s mine is on its way.

That’s not ego. That’s self-awareness.

And if you’re reading this — know this:
You don’t need to run anyone else’s race.
You’re allowed to go at your pace, live your way, and still be proud of your life.

You’re not late. You’re just living.
And that’s more than enough.

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