Chapter 8 – Your Race is Only YoursDear future me,I hope you remember this: the world is not a race track where we all run the same lap. It is a garden, and every plant grows in its own time. Some flowers open in the morning. Some wait until evening. And that is okay.I wasted so many days looking at other people. I looked at their jobs, their houses, their clothes, their smiles. I thought, “Why not me? Why am I still here while they are already there?” That thought became heavy. It made my own steps slow. It made