Me, Myself, and I racing

I look around but find little comfort in those next to me. People seem to be just walking. Some faster than others. I see some heads turn here and there. Some sit down and some seem to have stopped moving for a while now. Many of the faces are similar. They all seem unsure and confused. The sky is dark and yet the stars shine so faintly. They seem so far away. There's too much light down here. 

It feels like I've been here forever. I have a memory of yesterday and an image for tomorrow, but I'm not certain. There's nothing I am certain of to be honest. Yesterday may have been a dream, tomorrow surely is. The question is, is the present a dream as well?

Looking back, I know things happened and I was present in them. But was I the same person yesterday that I am now? How can the mind think of itself as a proper person. My future self is looking back at my present self in this instant while my past self is imagining me right now. Am I treating them right? Do they hate me for what I've done or for what I'm about to do?

I'd like to think I'm not obligated towards them. But I know the day will come when I will look my future self in the mirror and take over. When I will have become my future self. I know my past self will have done the same though.

The sun is starting to rise from the east. Many here seem to not want to take part. They walk so uninterested and distanced. Some are helped by others. Others surround themselves with smiling faces. But we all walk alone. I'm not even sure if we're going the right way. Especially considering it seems a lot of people are taking different paths. Should I follow them? Should I walk my own path and see if anyone will follow? I don't know where I'm going and I have a feeling most of us here don't.

It's a long way we're walking. Sometimes it's cold, sometimes it's hot. I'm making friends here and there. I'm talking to a lot of people. Most of them go along for some of the way and then go back to doing their own thing. That's the last I'll hear from them I assume. I have no hard feelings towards people who leave. I often leave myself. We have our own destinations. I hope only our paths cross again.

Way up, right above us is now the sun. What is going on with my sense of time. With all the time I've spent here so far I still feel like I have no sense of time. It's already 12pm. I've been here for 20 years. How did they pass by so quickly? I'm told once you graduate from college time flies by even faster. Post graduation you have no more actual milestones set for you. At 6 you start school, at 10 it's middle school, at 14 it's high school, at 18 you start college. But as soon as you graduate you're on your own and you could spend the rest of your time here doing the same thing every single day. From then on out nothing special will cross your path unless you seek it. Seek discomfort, I'm told.

It looks sunny ahead. I see some clouds here and there. There's a storm in the distance but maybe I can avoid it. I'm walking with a lot of people now but I doubt many of them will still be here once we graduate from college. That's not sad. It's just part of how things are here, I've come to realise. I still see some friends I left a long time ago on this platform on a mobile device. They seem to be doing good. I hope they are.

You see, I really don't care what my future self thinks of me right now because he's not thinking about what I'm going through and how it's not so easy to simply do what you have to. He already forgot about all that I'm sure. And I'm sure my past self doesn't care what I think either, but if I could give them one piece of advice it would be to slow down. It's really not a race and we all go at our own pace. We have different conditions, different roads, different slopes and different obstacles. You shouldn't compare yourself. But please do slow down and enjoy the road. Take your time to remember the scenery.