Must we always mess up our lives expecting so much from ourselves? Why does everyone always have to be the prettiest person, the topper of the batch, the best at something? Why aren't we happy with the identity that's actually been assigned to every single one of us; we're all just newborns in this endless universe with endless information and richness to offer. There's no way in our eighty years of life that we can gather all that it has to give. Why spoil this tiny journey with ego, with standards and expectations?
Why ever upset ourselves for something that won't matter ten years from today? There's so much to absorb all around us; beauty, diversity, and joy is everywhere. Why don't we stop, level our self worth as low as possible and just allow the world to permeate us without attempting to get anywhere with our achievements?
Why do we not experience every bit of what we get, and only pick it up, stuff it into our bags and move on in the quest of something new? Why are we always in a rush for things that don't get us anywhere closer to the ultimate goal, that is, to be truly happy?
Do what gives you pleasure, and will continue to give you pleasure. Don't ever live for the memory, for the conquest, for the trophies, and more than anything, never live for another.
Sing because you ache to feel the melody in your throat, dance because your limbs desire to flail about. Write because you wish to convey what your mind is bubbling with. Read because every word you assimilate makes you feel a little more richer.