I don’t know about you, but I spent way too much of my 20s thinking everyone else had it figured out because their photos looked like a jewelry commercial. We see the beach trip, the new car, the ‘crushing it’ LinkedIn update, and we forget that they probably had a panic attack in the bathroom five minutes before the photo was taken.
The ‘grid’ isn’t a life; it’s a curated museum of the best 1% of a person’s existence. Comparing your raw, unedited Tuesday morning to someone’s filtered Saturday night is a rigged game. You’re not behind; you’re just actually living.