You see all the perfect pictures and wish their life was yours.

You hear the stories of how they got where they are and wonder what you're doing wrong.

You taste the bitterness in your mouth as you grow angry at the fact they're so with it.

You touch things and get frustrated when they wither but only see them turning everything into gold.

You smell burning all around you as they surround themselves with flowers.

How can they be so perfect, when you always find yourself struggling?

You try desperately to find the answer but always come up with nothing. You're growing nauseous but can't make yourself stop watching them. You want to look away but your eyes are glued in astonishment at the fact their life is unfolding so perfectly.

You look at yourself in the mirror and can only see a broken picture before you. You gasp and yell, "what is wrong with you?"

You nitpick every piece of your existence. Getting so tired of feeling like you're the only one not moving forward. You can almost feel the wet pavement under your feet start to harder. You stay in it longer as you allow yourself to stop and watch their lives instead of pay attention to yours.

Soon you're so stuck in the ground you realize what had happened. You had been so focused on them you lost the route you were to travel.

After hours of chiseling away from the pavement, you finally break free and are just glad you can walk again. You still feel a hardness wrapped around your feet but know if you begin to run it will wither off of them.

After days you find your feet light again with a new path before you. Your shoes are worn now and you feel like you don't need them. Stripping them off you feel much freer.

After weeks you find yourself in a field, the grass feels soft under your feet and you can see the world much clearer.

After a month you have traveled so far you can barely remember why you let yourself feel so burdened.

You sign in relief because you realize all you had to do was focus on your own future.