Anxiety at its finest
Real talk. The Internet, as any other social media, is meant to exemplify our most shining moments. We illuminate our perseverance, and bask in the celebration of our success from the minute to the monumental.
We also live vicariously through those whose most positive moments outshine anything we’ve done by some unmeasurable comparison. But if social media presents a facade of yourself, then theirs is much of the same. So are another’s successes as green as they initially appear?
It is within the parameters of embellishment and existence, I become confused between the honest and the delusional. Is their life really that much better than mine? What is the point to compare unless what I’m really after is a semblance of reassurance that My track is right. Not necessarily right for them, but right for me. Should this selfishness be catered or staved?
We are drift-less in a sea of ego.