Lâu lâu cô giáo lại nghĩ lung tung - có ai như cô giáo không nè hihi?
19 June 24 The grass on the other side always looks greener, but the grass over there is different grass, different from ours. So it can't be compared.
Yesterday I happened to read a post from someone, and I keep remembering the line: "Everything you want will come eventually, just sometimes not all at once."
FOMO is the 'disease' of the era we live in.
In the past, everyone did their own thing. Only when someone appeared on TV or in newspapers would we know how successful they were—but then we'd think they were far from us, because 'they're on TV!', so we didn't compare as much. Now we see each other on social media, separated by just one message, one comment from them. We can post like they do too, so sometimes we feel sad—just because of comparison.
'Comparison is the killer of joy'—someone said that. And it's true, isn't it? A friend you're hanging out with happily, talking about everything, suddenly you think about how they have a better job than you, how perfect their partner is, then you become jealous, compare, and doesn't that really kill the joy?
Sometimes the teacher thinks randomly—is anyone like the teacher? Hihi?